The text comes from Philips’s Poems by the Most Deservedly Admired Mrs. Katherine Philips, the Matchless Orinda (1667).
| I did not live until this time | ||
| Crown’d my felicity, | ||
| When I could say without a crime, | ||
| I am not thine, but Thee. | ||
| This Carcass breath’d, and walkt, and slept, [5] | ||
| So that the World believ’d | ||
| There was a Soul the Motions kept; | ||
| But they were all deceiv’d. | ||
| For as a Watch by art is wound | ||
| 10 | To motion, such was mine: | |
| But never had Orinda found | ||
| A Soul till she found thine; | ||
| Which now inspires, cures and supplies, | ||
| And guides my darkned Breast: | ||
| 15 | For thou art all that I can prize, | |
| My Joy, my Life, my Rest. | ||
| No Bridegrooms nor Crown-conquerors mirth | ||
| To mine compar’d can be: | ||
| They have but pieces of this Earth, | ||
| 20 | I’ve all the World in thee. | |
| Then let our Flames still light and shine, | ||
| And no false fear controul, | ||
| As innocent as our Design, | ||
| Immortal as our Soul. |