The Dreamer dreamed in the shade of the vine,
The Seeker rode in the sun;
They are parted by winds and lands and brine,
But their lives cling and their souls twine
Till the last of the day is done.
For the Seeker dreams when the cold stars shine,
And the Dreamer seeks for his soul in wine
And dream and seeking must meet and twine
Or ever the day is done.