To Chloe: Who wish'd herself young enough for me...
by William Cartwright (1611-1643)
Chloe, why wish that your years
Would backwards run, till they meet mine,
That perfect Likeness, which endears
Things unto things, might us Combine?
Our Ages so in date agree,
That Twins do differ more than we.
There are two Births, the one when Light
First strikes the new awak'ned sense;
The Other when two Souls unite,
And we must count our life from thence:
When you lov'd me, and I lov'd you
Then both of us were born anew.
Love then to us did new Souls give,
And in those Souls did plant new pow'rs;
Since when another life we live,
The Breath we breathe is his, not ours:
Love makes those young whom Age doth Chill,
And whom he finds young, keeps young still.
Painting: 'Daphnis and Chloe'
Baron Francoise Gerard