Classic Poem

Thou art my own, my darling and my wife;
And when we pass into another Life,
Still thou art mine. All this which now we see
Is but the childhood of Eternity;
And thou and I, through trials and through tears,
The joys and sorrows of our earthly years,
Are growing up into a single soul,
God's workmanship; a clear completed whole
Made out of twain. Our love is but begun:
For ever and for ever, we are one.