Where the honeysuckle blows <br />In the summer night, entwined <br />With fresh leaves of the rose, <br />Greenness in gloom divined; <br />Sweet breaths in a mystery conspire <br />My soul to ravish in swift desire <br /> <br />Yet I, as the hidden grass <br />I roam, within me bear <br />Joys that all these surpass, <br />And taste diviner air. <br />I love, I am loved: ah, nothing was ever sweet <br />As the word my lips to my heart repeat. <br /> <br />To take into my arms <br />The body of my bliss; <br />Charm beyond earthly charms, <br />Thought beyond thought were this. <br />My bliss not Earth in her ring could hold, <br />Nor Night, that doth all the stars enfold. <br /> <br />It clothes me and bathes me round: <br />I find no end nor measure. <br />I sink, I am lost; drowned <br />In the wonder and depth of pleasure. <br />O joy of love, could I plumb with a rod the sea, <br />My tongue might tell the untellable sweetness of thee.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-infinite/
