Classic Poem

Thou art the very marrow of my soul,
Thou art the very substance of my thought.
Absent, I still am conscious of the whole,
Glad impulse that my life from thee has caught.
Core of my core and center of my brain,
Pulse of my pulse and essence of my pain,
I sleep to meet thee in a world apart,
Thy love a moonlight blossom on my heart.
Thou art the very beating of my blood,
Thou art the wings of every soaring aim,
And all the tides of life are at the flood,
Since loving came.

Dearest, thou art so beautifully nigh!
Could we be closer, with the body's tie?
Did God, who put our paths so wide away,
Knowing the bitter mockery of clay,
Design a love unuttered, incomplete,
The highest gift within his royal store,
Knowing that love replete
Could offer us no more?