Xxiv

No sooner lip to lip, than we are fraught With sun-lit fervour that o'erpowers, As though two gods within us sought A god-like union in these souls of ours; Ah, how we feel divinity is near-- Our hearts so freshened by their primal might Of light, That in their clarity the universe shines clear. Ah, joy alone, the ferment of the earth, Doth bring to life and stir To far, illimitable birth; As there above, across the bars Of heaven, where voyage veils of gossamer, Are born the myriad-flowering stars.

How for us is design of life profound! All seems as pure as leaping fire-- Our words so filled with fair desire We say them o'er to hear them ceaseless sound. We are the ones, victorious and sublime, Who seek eternity, With humble pride;--our love shall ever be Free from the bonds of time.