Meet? What is eternity,
If not that moment of a wild embrace,
When two souls recognize
Their first bewildered contact, and two eyes
Drink the white radiance of a lover’s face?
Oh, ere the evening lights go gathering like fire
Across the western portals—ere the sun
Proclaims that life and life’s short tasks are done—
Be thou the mistress of my pure desire,
Be thou the goddess of my heart!