XI
For the last time, my Lola! Still the name
Fills me with music, echoing afar
Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame
Rejoicing in some lone secreted star
Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me!
Come closer! Is not this as close as death?
Are we not one to all eternity
Jewelled with joy? Mix me your subtle breath
Into the words well-known and never worn,
Into the kiss well-kissed and never tired,
Into the love well-loved and not forlorn,
The love beyond all that ever was desired?
Ay! all the cloudy must of life is strained
To clearer liquor that our souls attained.
Fills me with music, echoing afar
Faint, like the rapture of some ghostly flame
Rejoicing in some lone secreted star
Beyond the visible heaven. Come to me!
Come closer! Is not this as close as death?
Are we not one to all eternity
Jewelled with joy? Mix me your subtle breath
Into the words well-known and never worn,
Into the kiss well-kissed and never tired,
Into the love well-loved and not forlorn,
The love beyond all that ever was desired?
Ay! all the cloudy must of life is strained
To clearer liquor that our souls attained.
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