THERE are two births; the one when light   First strikes the new awaken'd sense; The other when two souls unite,   And we must count our life from thence: When you loved me and I loved you Then both of us were born anew.

Love then to us new souls did give   And in those souls did plant new powers; Since when another life we live,   The breath we breathe is his, not ours: Love makes those young whom age doth chill, And whom he finds young keeps young still.