  OUT of the width of the world, out of the womb of Fate, The souls that are meant for each other shall meet, and shall know and embrace. Age or youth are nothing, are nothing or soon or late, When the heart to heart makes answer and joyful face to face. Where hast thou tarried, my Love, while I waited and missed thee long, One of the two shall question, and the other shall make reply, In a voice of gladness and triumph, less like unto speech than song, “I knew not that I was a hungered till God sent thee as supply.” The world may crowd and question, but friends are always alone, Set in bright atmosphere, like a planet in far-off skies; A touch, a glance, a sigh, love comprehends its own, And words are feeble and poor compared with the spark of the eyes. The undug gold in the mine, the pearl in the deep, deep seas, The gem which lies undiscovered, are the daydreams of the earth; But the love unreckoned, unhoped for, which is mightier far than these, Is the miracle of Heaven for the souls which it counts as worth. |
|
