A twofold existence
I am where thou art;
My heart in the distance
Beats close to thy heart.
Look up, I am near thee,
I gaze on thy face;
I see thee, I hear thee,
I feel thine embrace.
As a magnet's control on
The steel it draws to it,
Is the charm of thy soul on
The thoughts that pursue it.
And absence but brightens
The eyes that I miss,
And custom but heightens
The spell of thy kiss.
It is not from duty,
Though that may be owed,—
It is not from beauty,
Though that be bestow'd;
But all that I care for,
And all that I know,
Is that, without wherefore,
I worship thee so.
Through granite as breaketh
A tree to the ray,
As a dreamer forsaketh
The grief of the day,
My soul in its fever
Escapes unto thee;
O dream to the griever,
O light to the tree!
A twofold existence
I am where thou art;
Hark, hear in the distance
The beat of my heart!