E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks, <br /> That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, <br />And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks, <br /> Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames, <br /> Where in a greater current they conjoin: <br />So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. <br /> <br />E'en so we met; and after long pursuit, <br /> E'en so we joined; we both became entire; <br />No need for either to renew a suit, <br /> For I was flax, and He was flames of fire: <br /> Our firm-united souls did more than twine; <br />So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine. <br /> <br />If all those glittering Monarchs, that command <br /> The servile quarters of this earthly ball, <br />Should tender in exchange their shares of land, <br /> I would not change my fortunes for them all: <br /> Their wealth is but a counter to my coin: <br />The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.<br /><br />Francis Quarles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-divine-rapture/