名人诗歌|The Definition of Love

My Love is of a birth as rare

As 'tis for object strange and high：

It was begotten^{1 by Despair}

Upon Impossibility.

Magnanimous Despair alone

Could show me so pine a thing，

Where feeble Hope could ne'er have flown

But vainly flapped its Tinsel wing.

And yet I quickly might arrive

Where my extended soul is fixt，

But Fate does iron wedges drive，

And always crowds itself betwixt.

For Fate with jealous eye does see

Two perfect Loves； nor lets them close：

Their union would her ruin be，

And her tyrannic power depose^2.

And therefore her decrees of steel

Us as the distant Poles have placed，

（Though Love's whole World on us doth wheel）

Not by themselves to be embraced.

Unless the giddy Heaven fall，

And Earth some new convulsion tear；

And， us to join， the World should all

Be cramped^{3 into a planisphere.}

As lines so Loves oblique^{4 may well}

Themselves in every angle greet：

But ours so truly parallel，

Though infinite can never meet.

Therefore the Love which us doth bind^5，

But Fate so enviously^{6 debars，}

Is the conjunction of the Mind，

And opposition^{7 of the Stars.}