Love-songs, at Once Tender and Informative XIX

My mate, my friend, my love, my life. My bosom's — as the phrase is — wife ; My comrade in the hour of woe — An hour whose limits I don't know — My star in darkness, solace, balm. My prophylaxis, refuge, calm. Companion of the million blights That plague my liver, purse and lights ; My pleasant garden in the gloam. My all — if you were ever home!