If love be holy, if that mystery <br />O co-united hearts be sacrament; <br />If the unbounded goodness have infused <br />A sacred ardour of a mutual love <br />Into our species; if those amorous joys, <br />Those sweets of life, those comforts even in death, <br />Spring from a cause above our reason's reach; <br />If that clear flame deduce its heat from heaven, <br />'Tis, like its cause, eternal; always one, <br />As in th' instiller of divinest love, <br />Unchanged by time, immortal, maugre death. <br />But, oh! 'tis grown a figment; love, a jest: <br />A comic poesy: the soul of man is rotten, <br />Even to the core, no sound affection. <br />Our love is hollow, vaulted, stands on props <br />Of circumstance, profit, or ambitious passes.<br /><br />John Marston<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-love-be-holy-if-that-mystery/
