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Nichols, Robert – From Such was my Singing – from Sonnets to Aurelia
Identifier
021682
Type of Spiritual Experience
Background
More of a cautionary tale, this is what can happen if you overdo it and it does not come from the heart and degenerates into lust
A description of the experience
Nichols, Robert – From Such was my Singing – from Sonnets to Aurelia
Come, let us sigh a requiem over love
That we ourselves have slain in love's own bed,
Whose hearts that had courage to drink enough
Lacked courage to forbid the taste they bred,
Which body captained soon, till, in disgust,
These very hearts of bodily surfeit died,
Poisoned by that sweet overflow of lust
Whose past delight our substance deified.
No courage, no, nor pleasure have we now,
To our frantic bodies are we tossed,
Only sometimes exhaustion will allow
Us peace to observe the image of love's ghost,
With torturing voice and with hid face return
Faintly, as even now, to bid us mourn.