Thro’ countless æons sunless and remote
A Soul went searching for its spirit mate,
Thro’ star-stained space, o'er wind-swept deep, afloat,
Forever desolate.
Anon, another spirit, lone of heart
Goes forth thro’ voiceless void to seek its mate;
Eftsoon they meet, these twain, strike hands... and part!
And this is Fate.