E'EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,   That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams, And having ranged and search'd a thousand nooks,   Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,     Where in a greater current they conjoin: So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

E'en so we met; and after long pursuit,   E'en so we joined; we both became entire; No need for either to renew a suit,   For I was flax, and He was flames of fire:     Our firm-united souls did more than twine; So I my Best-beloved's am; so He is mine.

If all those glittering Monarchs, that command   The servile quarters of this earthly ball, Should tender in exchange their shares of land,   I would not change my fortunes for them all:      Their wealth is but a counter to my coin: The world 's but theirs; but my Beloved's mine.