If they be two, they are two so
    As stiff twin compasses are two,
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
    To move, but doth if th' other do.

And though it in the center sit,
    Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
    And grows erect as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
    Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
The firmness makes my circle just,
    And makes me end where I begun.

-John Donne (1572-1631),
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning





Jealous Eyes (Yosemite)

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.

-Andrew Marvell (1621-1678),
The Definition of Love





Soul Mates (Carlsbad)

If they be two, they are two so
    As stiff twin compasses are two,
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
    To move, but doth if th' other do.

And though it in the center sit,
    Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans, and hearkens after it,
    And grows erect as that comes home.

Such wilt thou be to me, who must
    Like th' other foot, obliquely run;
The firmness makes my circle just,
    And makes me end where I begun.

-John Donne (1572-1631),
A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning





Happy Together (Rainier)

Thou'll break my heart, thou bonnie bird
    That sings beside thy mate;
For sae I sat, and sae I sang,
    And wist na o' my fate.

-Robert Burns (1759-1796),
The Banks o' Doon





Blooming Morn (Rainier)

Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn
Upon her wings presents the god unshorn.
    See how Aurora throws her fair,
    Fresh-quilted colors through the air.

-Robert Herrick (1591-1673),
Corinna's Going a-Maying





Never Part (Rainier)

        I am content to live
Divided, with but half a heart,
Till we shall meet and never part.

-Henry King (1592-1669),
Exequy on His Wife





Silent Night (Princeton)

Since she enjoys her long night's festival,
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her Vigil, and her Eve, since this
Both the year's, and the day's deep midnight is.

-John Donne (1572-1631),
A Nocturnal upon St. Lucy's Day,
Being the Shortest Day







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