Nay, why reproach each other, be unkind, 
For there's no plane on which we two may meet? 
Let's both forgive, forget, for both were blind, 
And life is of a day, and time is fleet. 

And I am fire, swift to flame and burn, 
Melting with elements high overhead, 
While you are water in an earthly urn, 
All pure, but heavy, and of hue like lead.