... this poem actually reminds me of Shakespeare, honestly... the mood of the poem is so much like Shakespeare.

Seven days from yesterday I have not seen my beloved,
And sickness has crept over me,
And I am become heavy in my limbs,
And am unmindful of my own body.
If the master physicians come to me,
My heart has no comfort of their remedies,
And the magicians, no resource is in them,
My malady is not diagnosed.
Better for me is my beloved than any remedies,
More important is she for me than the entire compendium of medicine.
My salutation is when she enters from without.
When I see her, then am I well;
Opens she her eye, my limbs are young again;
Speaks she, and I am strong;
And when I embrace her, she banished evil,
and it passes from me for seven days.

"The Beginnings of Civilization"
From Life Under the Pharaohs by Leonard Cottrell, p.84, 94,
copyright 1960 by Leonard Cottrell