We both should be like as pea and pea;
It was ever so since the world begun:
So, let me proceed with my reverie.
How strange it were if you had all me,
As I have all you in my heart and brain,
You, whose least word brought gloom or glee,
Who never lifted the hand in vain—
Will hold mine yet, from over the sea!
Strange, if a face, when you thought of me,
Rose like your own face present now,