When with Thy Life Thou Didst Encompass Mine

When with thy life thou didst encompass mine,
And I beheld, as from an infinite height,
Thy love stretch pure and beautiful as light,
Through extreme joy I hardly could divine
Whether my love of thee it was, or thine.
Which so my heart astonished with its might.
But now, at length, familiar to the sight
So I can bear to look where planets shine,

Ever more deep the wonder grows to be
That thou shouldst love me, while my love of thee
Does of my very nature seem a part, —
So, often now, as from a dream, I start.
To think that thou — even thou — thou lovest me,
I being what I am; thou what thou art.