"To His Coy Mistress"

--By Andrew Marvell 

Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down, and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love’s day.
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide
Of Humber would complain. I would
Love you ten years before the Flood,
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the conversion of the Jews.
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
For, lady, you deserve this state,
Nor would I love at lower rate.
      But at my back I always hear
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
Thy beauty shall no more be found,
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound
My echoing song; then worms shall try
That long-preserved virginity,
And your quaint honor turn to dust,
And into ashes all my lust;
The grave’s a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.
      Now therefore, while the youthful hue
Sits on thy skin like morning dew,
And while thy willing soul transpires
At every pore with instant fires,
Now let us sport us while we may,
And now, like amorous birds of prey,
Rather at once our time devour
Than languish in his slow-chapped power.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Thorough the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run...

I have personally adored this piece of Andrews' masterpiece, the definition of Love in his sense is reflected at such an ironic and metaphysical level with unique aesthetic qualities. Unlike most poets express this term with a soft sensation, the term on his view is rather poise, making myself conceive how beautiful it has been in human world. The understanding identifies it with the vanity of human being, needless to say, indeed a mirage.

All kinda of thoughts and affecttions with or without lyric content are to poison the soul! Hence, the soul is not to be purified and bears the property of darkness, which is rather true to me, and I'd prefer to accept! In light of this, I found a lover who never betrays me, a woman too, similar but not identical to me, obeying the command and co-ordinating with me and inspiring love in an united space and time. viz. the tie is severed until her body vanishes, and then both spirits fly away!