Beloved! are we not wanderers on a road
Unknown, that grope their way among the rocks
Together?— Yes, together; for these shocks
Our hearts have borne and given, part not, goad
Unto no hatred. Though I be your load
Of care and you my anguish, something locks
Our hands, my brother: Destiny, that mocks
Man's thinkings, and here finds a new strange mode
Of welding chance-divided loves, a link
That's more than human, that is half divine,
Since, beggared of you, still I hold you mine
Above all bonds. So love me well. We'll drink
Of all pure streams together, dear, and break
These rocks to sand for one another's sake.