Viii. The Co-Eternal

"Is it thou, silly heart, Not prone on thy pallet, but grieving apart?" --"Natal Star, even so." "I miss thee to-night, while thou smoulderest low." --"Live in beauty! but I For bloodshed of spirit, here dwindle and die."

"Are we two not the same, By law everlasting one mystical flame? Aloft if I burn, Every ray of my light be thy stair of return: Up, up! to our lot Where warfare and time and the body are not."