Chapter LI

Upon this point of time flung island-wise
Between two boundless oceans deep as thought,
With up-surge of the world-tides we are caught
And for a moment held in poised surprise.
The beacon of desire flames in our eyes,
We stretch out tremblingly hands love-distraught
And clasp each other close, caring for naught,
High on the pinnacle of destinies.

And you are happy, Love! You think we go
On, on, hand clasped in hand, forever so,
And carelessly kiss me with soft caress;
I kiss back with a passion measureless
Because I know that even to hope is vain—
The deeps will never let us meet again!