Part of my soul I seek thee, and claim thee my other half
Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave.
Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?
Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
Should God create another Eve, and I Another Rib afford, yet loss of thee Would never from my heart; no no, I feel The Link of Nature draw me: Flesh of Flesh, Bone of my Bone thou art, and from thy State Mine never shall be parted, bliss or woe.
Those graceful acts, those thousand decencies, that daily flow from all her words and actions, mixed with love and sweet compliance, which declare unfeigned union of mind, or in us both one soul.