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Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.

III. Faith: Hope: Love: Service

A Mystical Ecstasy

Francis Quarles (1592–1644)

E’EN like two little bank-dividing brooks,

That wash the pebbles with their wanton streams,

And having ranged and searched a thousand nooks,

Meet both at length in silver-breasted Thames,

Where in a greater current they conjoin:

So I my Best-Belovèd’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-Belovèd’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 Belovèd’s mine.