When two have met, and caught in sudden gleams
Life's full completeness measured each in each,
There is no silence evermore; what seems
So, verily is the very gold of speech.
Although thereafter meeting be denied,
And though a thousand leagues may intervene,
Thought, arrow-like, all distance shall divide,
And swift as light unerring speed between.
Aye, though the loud world's jargon with its din
May thunder discord in their tortured ears,
Across the heart-strings, love, once entered in,
Shall breathe Æolian sweetness all their years.
