Or simpler living left more free the soul,
So that with ease the flesh aside was flung,—
Or was it merely that _Mankind was young?_
Or has my spirit a divine prevision
Of vast vague passions stored in days to be,
When some strong souls shall conquer their division
And two shall be as one, eternally?
Finding at last upon each other’s breast,
Unutterable calm and infinite rest,
While love shall burn with such intense a glow