Classic Poem

Loving you so, how could I know
That I should ever grow
To love you more? And ever more, and more;
So that the love I had before,
And thought so great, seems almost naught.
Brightly, yet strangely wrought
Was that old love-attire:
Woven out of desire, out of clouds and fire.

But this is a new way of loving you;
This, night and day, tranquilly, gay;
Not as lovers do who are yet two,
For now I am part of you;
You are not separate from me;
Now we have come to be
One piece of life; move indivisibly.