when souls each other draw,
When love is liberty, and nature law:
All then is full, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
When love is liberty, and nature law:
All then is full, and possess'd,
No craving void left aching in the breast:
Ev'n thought meets thought, ere from the lips it part,
And each warm wish springs mutual from the heart.
The Letters of Abelard and Heloise
