“Soul’s joy, now I am gone, And you alone, —Which cannot be, Since I must leave myself with thee, And carry thee with me— Yet when unto our eyes Absence denies Each other’s sight, And makes to us a constant night, When others change to light; _O give no way to grief, But let belief Of mutual love This wonder to the vulgar prove, Our bodies, not we move_. “Let not thy wit beweep Words but sense deep; For when we miss By distance our hope’s joining bliss Even then our souls shall kiss; Fools have no means to meet, But by their feet; Why should our clay Over our spirits so much sway, To tie us to that way? _O give no way to grief, etc._” In his “Valediction Forbidding Mourning,” Donne again recurs to the subject of separation and explains by the figure of the compass how their souls will be one. The love in which the mind is bent on the objects of sense cannot admit of absence; but the love shared by Donne and his mistress is so refined that their souls suffer only an expansion and not separation in absence. “Dull sublunary lover’s love —Whose soul is sense—cannot admit Of absence, ’cause it doth remove The thing which elemented it. “But we by a love so far refined, That ourselves know not what it is, Inter-assurèd 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 an expansion, Like gold to airy thinness beat. “If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fix’d 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 hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home.” (Stzs. 4–8.) Even in death this love will still live. Thus Lord Herbert explains that his love has passed over into that of the soul, and it will be as immortal as the soul.