Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul, br More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare, br Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair br And folding up my body like a scroll. br O, lie with me all night, and let the roll br Of Rapture’s waves wash over us, as, bare br Of anything save Love, we haply share br The joys of our first parents’ chaste control. br br My Love, my piece of Heaven God has spilled br Upon my outstretched hands, O, kiss me yet. br Here, lying close to you, I feel—I know, br My being, even now, is charged and filled br With light and bliss it never will forget br Though aeons over my cold corpse should flow.