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.