Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch,
Much less your fairest mind invade:
Were not our souls immortal made
Our equal loves can make them such.
"An Ode Upon a Question Moved Whether Love Should Continue for Ever", line 121
Let then no doubt, Celinda, touch,
Much less your fairest mind invade:
Were not our souls immortal made
Our equal loves can make them such.
"An Ode Upon a Question Moved Whether Love Should Continue for Ever", line 121