As the East that quickens and flushes to the height
Answering the ardour of the West, and as a rose
Quivers on the western cloud before the dayspring,
Divided as the East and West they are:
But upon ways invisible to mortal sense
Moves their bright union, where was created new
Love’s wondrous world; from the darkness it emerges;
It is their Evening and their Morning Star.
Out of the hollows of unpenetrated Night
From afar calls to them, though they have known it not,