Classic Poem

Joined, yet not hopelessly confused or blended,
Shall spirit-lovers in their union be,
If one fair shape were lost, desire were ended,—
Then would ensue unglad satiety.
High individual power shall be extended;
Though two are one, yet separate thoughts shall mingle,
As through the spirit-lips the rich throbs tingle,—
The thoughts that here on separate forms depended.

Not mixed, not swallowed up, but grand as ever
Shall be the spirit-body of my bride.
Not brought too near to kiss, the sweet eyes never
Obscured, but brightened rather,—deified;
The sweet lips still a separate perfect flower;
The pure mind still an independent power.