And hence fleets again for ages: while the true end, sole and single,
It stops here for is, this love-way, with some other soul to mingle?
VI.
Else it loses what it lived for, and eternally must lose it;
Better ends may be in prospect, deeper blisses (if you choose it),
But this life's end and this love-bliss have been lost here. Doubt you whether
This she felt as, looking at me, mine and her souls rushed together?
VII.
Oh, observe! Of course, next moment, the world's honours, in derision,
Trampled out the light for ever. Never fear but there's provision