Bind animate, or inanimate in wise
True order. See, the silver cloudlet breaks,
With others interweaves; thus changed forsakes
An individual existence, dies.
‘Wave follows wave in rhythmic lines, and one
By one they lose themselves in close embrace;
Thus are we twain commingled: our lives run
In closest sympathy; we interlace
Our mind’s emotions: now, there hath begun
Creation new, to which past life gives place.’