Dearest of all, and nearest though most far!
My spirit follows you across both sea
And land; all bounds, all spaces, are to me
Erased; my heart upon its winged car
Of thought outstrips you; nothing now shall mar
My joy in you, O brother!— save that we
Are of the earth and ask to touch and see
The thing we love upon this yearning star.
O world of strange desires! Have not we two
Lived to behold each other and to smile?
Have our two notes not mingled in one chord?
What ails us? Were we joined this earthly while,
You would not love me better than you do,
Nor in my heart be otherwise adored.