Methinks my love to thee doth grow

METHINKS my love to thee doth grow, 
And this the sign : 
I see the Spirit claim thee, 
And do not blame thee. 
Nor break intrusive on the Holy Ground 
Where thou of God art found. 

I watch the fire 
Leap up, and do not bring 
Fresh water from the spring 
To keep it from up-flaming higher 
Than my chilled hands require 

For cherishing. 

I see thy soul turn to her hidden grot, 

And follow not ; 
Content thou shouldst prefer 

To be with her. 
The heavenly Muse, than ever find in me 

Best company. 

So brave my love is grown, 
I joy to find thee sought 

By some great thought ; 
And am content alone 
To eat lifers common fare, 

While thou prepare 
To be my royal moment's guest : 

Live to the Best !