  God who can bind the stars eternally With but a breath of spirit speech, a thought; Who can within earth's arms lay the mad sea Unserverably, and count it as sheer nought— With His All-might can bind not you and me. For though he pressed us heart to burning heart, Knowing this fatal spell that so enthralls, Still would our souls, unhelpably apart, Stand aliens—beating fierce against the walls Of dark unsympathies that 'tween us start. Stands aliens, aye, and would! tho' we should meet Beyond the oblivion of unnumbered births— Upon some world where Time cannot repeat The feeblest syllable that once was earth's. |
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