Praise God, who wrought for you and me <br />Your subtle body made for love; <br />God, who from all eternity <br />Willed our divided ways should move <br />Together, and our love should be. <br /> <br />I wandered all these years among <br />A world of women, seeking you. <br />Ah, when our fingers met and clung, <br />The pulses of our bodies knew <br />Each other: our hearts leapt and sung. <br /> <br />It was not any word of mine, <br />It was not any look of yours; <br />Only we knew, and knew for sign <br />Of Love that comes, Love that endures, <br />Our veins the chalice of his wine. <br /> <br />Because God willed for us and planned <br />One perfect love, excelling speech <br />To tell, or thought to understand, <br />He made our bodies each for each, <br />Then put your hand into my hand.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/magnificat-5/
