Oft in the night, from this lone room <br />I long to fly o’er land and sea, <br />To pierce the dark, dividing gloom, <br />And join myself to thee. <br /> <br />And thou to me wouldst gladly fly, <br />I know thee well, my own true wife! <br />We feel, that when we live not nigh, <br />We lose the crown of life. <br /> <br />Yet soon I hope, at dead of night, <br />To meet where all is strange beside, <br />And mid the train’s resounding flight <br />To have thee by my side. <br /> <br />Then shall I feel that thou art near, <br />Joined hand to hand and soul to soul; <br />Short will that happy night appear, <br />As through the dark we roll. <br /> <br />Then shall the secret of the will, <br />That dares not enter into bliss; <br />That longs for love, yet lingers still, <br />Be solved in one long kiss. <br /> <br />I, drinking deep of thy rich love, <br />Thou feeling all the strength of mine, <br />Our souls will rise in faith above <br />The cares which make us pine. <br /> <br />Till I give thee, thou giving me, <br />As that which either loves the best, <br />To Him that loved us both, that He <br />May take us to His rest. <br /> <br />Wandering and weak are all our prayers, <br />And fleeting half the gifts we crave; <br />Love only, cleansed from sins and cares, <br />Shall live beyond the grave. <br /> <br />Strengthen our love, O Lord, that we <br />May in Thine own great love believe <br />And, opening all our soul to Thee, <br />May Thy free gift receive. <br /> <br />All powers of mind, all force of will, <br />May lie in dust when we are dead, <br />But love is ours, and shall be still, <br />When earth and seas are fled.<br /><br />James Clerk Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-wife-3/
