Beloved, and Stranger to me than my foe,
And nearer to me than my breath, and my peace and my strife,
What is it that binds us straitly together?
Life;
Body to body: soul to soul, do I know?
I know that your hands speak to my hands, and my hands Speak to your hands with an irresistible desire;
We are blown together as fire is blown into fire,
We return as the wandering tide returns to the sands.
Is it love, is it longing?
I know not, care not, alas!
Something cries, and a cry answers a cry.
If I speak, you hear in your heart; when you call, it is I:
Soul of my life, let us live! for the hours pass.
