Like other million forms, stone hath a soul,
A spark divine of God the Perfect Whole.
Then heard the woman toying with the stone:
“With power was this endowed for thee alone.”
What voice thus spake from mind to mind? No sound
The silence broke, wherein her thought was bound.
“’Tis I, among Earth’s men thy friend of old;
In times long past this page I thee foretold;
For thou hast been in this, his present life,
His sister one brief year; thou art his wife.