Our souls have touched each other, 
Two fountains from one jet; 
Like children of one mother 
Our leaping thoughts have met. 

We were as far asunder 
As green isles in the sea; 
And now we ask in wonder 
How that could ever be. 

I dare not call thee lover 
Nor any earthly name, 
Though love's full cup flows over 
As water quick with flame. 

When two strong minds have mated 
As only spirits may, 
The wold shines new created 
In a diviner day. 

Yea, though hard fate may sever 
My fleeting self from thine, 
Thy thought will live for ever 
And ever grow in mine.