Lix

While, oh, how all the more will love become intense Hereafter, when "to love" means yearning to dispense, Each soul, its own amount of gain through its own mode Of practising with life, upon some soul which owed Its treasure, all diverse and yet in worth the same, To new work and changed way! Things furnish you rose-flame, Which burn up red, green, blue, nay, yellow more than needs, For me, I nowise doubt; why doubt a time succeeds When each one may impart, and each receive, both share The chemic secret, learn,--where I lit force, why there You drew forth lambent pity,--where I found only food For self-indulgence, you still blew a spark at brood I' the grayest ember, stopped not till self-sacrifice imbued Heaven's face with flame? What joy, when each may supplement The other, changing each, as changed, till, wholly blent, Our old things shall be new, and, what we both ignite, Fuse, lose the varicolor in achromatic white! Exemplifying law, apparent even now In the eternal progress,--love's law, which I avow And thus would formulate: each soul lives, longs and works For itself, by itself, because a lodestar lurks, An other than itself,--in whatsoe'er the niche Of mistiest heaven it hide, whoe'er the Glumdalclich May grasp the Gulliver: or it, or he, or she-- Theosutos e broteios eper kekramene,-- (For fun's sake, where the phrase has fastened, leave it fixed! So soft it says,--"God, man, or both together mixed!") This, guessed at through the flesh, by parts which prove the whole, This constitutes the soul discernible by soul --Elvire, by me!