VIII

Sometimes I think that we have lived before, And found sweet interest down the centuries In all life's little things that charm and please; That we have toiled together at the oar In one of Caesar's galleys; that we bore One burden on our backs and bowed the knees Of servitude to Charlemagne; and these Have taught us how to love for evermore.

Dear Comrade, we have often changed our state; We have been slaves and masters, serfs and kings; You have been man, I woman, wont to wait Upon my lover's word; rememberings Are in the mystic rapture that we feel Whenever at your feet a while I kneel.