| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Katherine Philips |
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| 67. To my Excellent Lucasia, on our Friendship |
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| I DID not live until this time | |
| Crown'd my felicity, | |
| When I could say without a crime, | |
| I am not thine, but Thee. | |
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| This Carcass breath'd, and walkt, and slept, | 5 |
| So that the World believ'd | |
| There was a Soul the Motions kept; | |
| But they were all deceiv'd. | |
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| For as a Watch by art is wound | |
| To motion, such was mine: | 10 |
| But never had Orinda found | |
| A Soul till she found thine; | |
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| Which now inspires, cures and supplies, | |
| And guides my darkned Breast: | |
| For thou art all that I can prize, | 15 |
| My Joy, my Life, my Rest. | |
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| No Bridegrooms nor Crown-conquerors mirth | |
| To mine compar'd can be: | |
| They have but pieces of this Earth, | |
| I've all the World in thee. | 20 |
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| Then let our Flames still light and shine, | |
| And no false fear controul, | |
| As innocent as our Design, | |
| Immortal as our Soul. | |
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