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 !
