Love Sonnet Xv

Love, you have brought to me my perfect soul, More sweet than earthly things, more precious rare, Hiding its fragrance in my loosened hair And folding up my body like a scroll. O, lie with me all night, and let the roll Of Rapture’s waves wash over us, as, bare Of anything save Love, we haply share The joys of our first parents’ chaste control. My Love, my piece of Heaven God has spilled Upon my outstretched hands, O, kiss me yet. Here, lying close to you, I feel—I know, My being, even now, is charged and filled With light and bliss it never will forget Though aeons over my cold corpse should flow.