We have each other's deathless love, A love that flies on wings of light From star to star and sings above The night: We bid each other's eyes reveal The face whose images we are; We find each other's hand upon the wheel Piloting every star. Shall we then watch with a less lonely breath Gradual, sudden, everlasting death? Oh, lest a separating wind assail The jocund stars and all their ways be dearth, And love, undone of its immense avail, Go homeless even on earth, Let us be constant, though we travel far, With every mortal token of our trust, And not forget, piloting any star, How dear a thing is dust! |