That I adore thee, my most gracious queen, <br />More in my spirit than my body's sense <br />Of thine, were such incredible pretence <br />As I would scorn to utter. Thou hast seen <br />When eyes and lips, responsive to the heart, <br />Were bent in worship of thy lips and eyes, <br />Until, O bliss! each pleasure-pulsing part <br />Hath found its fellow in Love's sweet emprise; <br />Each answering other in such eager wise <br />As they would never cease to kiss and cling- <br />Ah! then meseemed amid the storm of sighs <br />I heard thy voice exclaiming, 'O my King! <br />So may my soul be ever true to thine, <br />As with thy body thou dost worship mine!'<br /><br />John Godfrey Saxe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-my-body-i-thee-worship/
