WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Let the priest in surplice white That defunctive music can, Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right
And thou, treble-dated crow, That thy sable gender mak'st With the breath thou giv'bt and tak'st-
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.
Here the anthem doth commence Love and constancy is dead, Phoenix and the turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they loved, as love in twain Had the essence but in one; Two distmcts, division none;
Number there in love was slain.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder; Distance, and no space was seen 'Twixt the turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine, That the turtle saw his right Flaming in the phoenix' sight;
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appall 'd,
That the self was not the same; Single nature's double name Neither two nor one was callM.
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