Bells and Pomegranates.
It stops here for is, this love-way,
With some other soul to mingle?
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?
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
Of the Devil's to quench knowledge
Lest we walk the earth in rapture!
Making those who catch the secret
Just so much more prize their capture.
Oh, observe! Of course, next moment,
The world's honours, in derision,
Trampled out the light for ever:
Never fear but there's provision
Of the Devil's to quench knowledge
Lest we walk the earth in rapture!
Making those who catch the secret
Just so much more prize their capture.
viii.
Such am I: the secret's mine now!
She has lost me—I have gained her
Her soul's mine: and, thus, grown perfect,
I shall pass my life's remainder,
That just hold out the proving
Our powers, alone and blended—
And then, come next life quickly,
This life will have been ended!
Such am I: the secret's mine now!
She has lost me—I have gained her
Her soul's mine: and, thus, grown perfect,
I shall pass my life's remainder,
That just hold out the proving
Our powers, alone and blended—
And then, come next life quickly,
This life will have been ended!
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