To Asra By S Coleridge

Are there two things,

Of all which men possess,

That are so like each other and so near,

As mutual Love

Seems like to Happiness?

Dear Asra,

Woman beyond utterance dear!

This love which ever welling at my heart,

Now in its living fount doth heave and fall,

Now overflowing pours thro’every part Of all my frame,

And fills and changes all,

Like vernal waters springing up through snow,

This Love that seeming great beyond the power Of growth,

yet seemeth ever more to grow,

Could I transmute the whole

To one rich Dower Of Happy Life,

And give it all to Thee,

Thy lot,

Methinks,

Were Heaven,

Thy age,

Eternity!