Could you but give me all that I desire, <br />I should be richer, and you no more poor, <br />Companionship beside the household fire, <br />And common cares that train one to endure. <br />'Tis not your senses, but your self, I want, <br />Kinship of vision, sympathy of mind, <br />That so the bond be based on adamant, <br />And Love made fast by sanctities that bind. <br />Yet do not think insensible my gaze <br />To delicate loveliness of form and face, <br />But that I covet in the same embrace <br />The Spirit's yearnings with the body's grace. <br />Give me all these, and add, with lengthening years, <br />The sweet sad smile, and piety of tears.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spiritual-love-3/
