Two hearts made one by Love that cannot die
Whatever life may bring, shall never part;
In life they're one, and e'en in death one heart!
Are we not such, Belovèd, thou and I?
Ah, then, why mourn that‘ neath another sky,
Far from these longing arms and eyes thou art?
I clasp thee still, and lo! thy lips impart
New life to me as in the days gone by.
I feel thy heart in mine,— our hopes and fears,
Like music's wedded notes, together flow;
Our sighs the same, the same our smiles and tears,—
The selfsame bliss is ours, the selfsame woe.
For Love no weary leagues, no ling'ring years —
Two hearts in one nor time nor distance know.