Petal by petal all the rose of Love,
And part for ever where the cross-ways part.
AVERLAINE: Yea, we must part, and never turn our eyes
From strange horizons, desolate and far,
Though Love cry ever: "Turn but once, sad heart!"
ARKELD: Yea, we must part, and under alien skies
Must follow after some cold, gleaming star,
And roam, as north and south winds roam, apart.
AVERLAINE: Yea, we must part, ere Love be grown too strong
And we too helpless to resist his might;