Are there two things, of all which men possess,
That are so like each other and so near,
As mutual Love seems like to Happiness?
Dear Asra, woman beyond utterance dear!
This love which every welling at my heart,
Now in its living fount doth heave and fall,
Now overflowing pours thro' every part
Of all my frame, and fills and changes all,
Like vernal waters springing up through snow,
This Love that seeming great beyond the power
Of growth, yet seemeth ever more to grow,
Could I transmute the whole to one rich Dower
Of Happy Life, and give it all to Three,
Thy lot, methinks, were Heaven, thy age, Eternity!
Coleridge's rapturous love poem "To Asra" is probably best known for its last line: "Thy lot, methinks, were Heaven, thy age, Eternity!" It speaks of a timeless love beyond all comparison, which has lived forever in a Heavenly state. There are so many other wondrous lines in this poem which overflows with love, though, and I'd like to point a few out to you, reader.
"This Love that seeming great beyond the power / Of growth, yet seemeth ever more to grow" is a favorite of mine. His Love for Asra, the love she inspires, seems to be so great as to be beyond the point of growth, still grows constantly, always outpacing itself. The love is "overflowing" and "pours thro' every part" of his frame, filling him, changing him. The love is so transformative that it is like spring waters breaking through the snows of winter. I hope you can all feel love so wonderful as this, reader.