Classic Poem

I cherish the sweet recollection,
Thou woman so fair, so adored,
How I owned thee in all thy perfection,
Of thy body and soul I was lord.

Thy body—ah! might I still hold it—
That body so young and so fair—
For thy soul—in the grave thou might'st fold it,
I have quite soul enough for the pair.

My soul then dividing with thee, love,
I'll breathe half of it into thy breast;
And, clasping thy body I'll be, love,
With thee—soul and body—at rest.