Lyrics Mecciano - In The Nursery

Mecciano

As virtuous men pass mildly away
And whisper to their souls, to go
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, no:
So let us melt, and make no noise
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move
'Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love
Moving of th’earth brings harms and fears
Men reckon what it did and meant
But trepidation of the spheres
Though greater far, is innocent
Dull sublunary lovers' love
(Whole soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it
But we by a love, so much refined
That our selves know not what it is
Inter-assured of the mind
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss
Our two souls therefore, which are one
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but expansion
Like gold to aery thinnest beat
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two
Thy soul the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’other do
And though it in the centre sit
Yet when the other far doth roam
It leans, and harkens after it
And grows erect, as that comes home
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th’other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just
And makes me end, where I began