And broken heart, through all the skies
And all humanity,
Seek out the single spirit, face to face,
Find it, become a conscious part of it
And know that something pure and exquisite,
Although inscrutably begun,
Surely exalts the many into one.
“I shall not lose, nor you,”
I said to Celia. Over the world the morning-dew
Moved like a hymn and sang to us: “Go now, fulfill