I found—as one who, having long denied,
Finds faith at last—this greater Love, in you.
Parting? We are not parted, woman mine!
Though hands have clasped, though lips have kissed good-bye;
Though towns glide past, and fields, and fields of brine—
My body takes the warrior-way, not I.
I am still with you; you, with me; one heart;
One equal union, soul to certain soul:
Time cannot sever us, nor sorrow part,
Nor any sea, who keep our vision whole.