<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Air and Angels</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Twice or thrice had I loved thee,<br> Before I knew thy face or name;<br> So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame<br>Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be.<br> Still when, to where thou wert, I came,<br>Some lovely glorious nothing did I see.<br> But since my soul, whose child love is,<br>Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,<br> More subtle than the parent is<br>Love must not be, but take a body too;<br> And therefore what thou wert, and who,<br> I bid Love ask, and now<br>That it assume thy body, I allow,<br>And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst thus to ballast love I thought,<br> And so more steadily to have gone,<br> With wares which would sink admiration,<br>I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught;<br> Thy every hair for love to work upon<br>Is much too much; some fitter must be sought;<br> For, nor in nothing, nor in things<br>Extreme, and scattering bright, can love inhere;<br> Then as an angel face and wings<br>Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,<br> So thy love may be my love's sphere;<br> Just such disparity<br>As is 'twixt air's and angels' purity,<br>'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Donne">John Donne</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37019" data-title="Air and Angels de John Donne" data-description="Twice or thrice had I loved thee,/ Before I knew thy face or name;/ So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame/Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be./ Still when, to where thou wert, I came,/Some lovely glorious nothing did I see./ But since my soul..."></div> </div> </div>

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