A fugitive she’d be in boundless space,
Assured she would at last behold his face.
When talisman touched heart, a great calm fell
O’er Móo; to think they would together dwell
Once more, they two, within her mind distilled
A solace sweet that all her being filled.
Should earth recall them, as in time it must,
Each would the other seek in perfect trust;
From spheres of bliss, if parted, they would strive
To meet again and keep love’s pain alive.