Heart's Heaven

Dear love- like velvet to my tired head,
Soft evening-tinted fragrant garden grove,
Soul, spirit thrown into the sweet still air,
To love and satisfy my own, Dear Love!
Cold earthy me, by call of love awoke,
I come, I take; nor yet not give to thee
Thine own, and mine; our spirits blended, one;
In warm, rich peace, my arid questing slaked.

-David Lithgow