To Laura. (The Mystery Of Reminiscence.)[2]

Who and what gave to me the wish to woo thee      Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee?      Who made thy glances to my soul the link      Who bade me burn thy very breath to drink         My life in thine to sink?      As from the conqueror's unresisted glaive,      Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave      So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see      Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly         Yields not my soul to thee?      Why from its lord doth thus my soul depart?      Is it because its native home thou art?      Or were they brothers in the days of yore,      Twin-bound both souls, and in the link they bore         Sigh to be bound once more?      Were once our beings blent and intertwining,      And therefore still my heart for thine is pining?      Knew we the light of some extinguished sun      The joys remote of some bright realm undone,         Where once our souls were ONE?      Yes, it is so! And thou wert bound to me      In the long-vanish'd Eld eternally!      In the dark troubled tablets which enroll      The Past my Muse beheld this blessed scroll         "One with thy love my soul!"      Oh yes, I learned in awe, when gazing there,      How once one bright inseparate life we were,      How once, one glorious essence as a God,      Unmeasured space our chainless footsteps trod         All Nature our abode!      Round us, in waters of delight, forever      Voluptuous flowed the heavenly Nectar river;      We were the master of the seal of things,      And where the sunshine bathed Truth's mountain-springs         Quivered our glancing wings.      Weep for the godlike life we lost afar      Weep! thou and I its scattered fragments are;      And still the unconquered yearning we retain      Sigh to restore the rapture and the reign,         And grow divine again.      And therefore came to me the wish to woo thee      Still, lip to lip, to cling for aye unto thee;      This made thy glances to my soul the link      This made me burn thy very breath to drink         My life in thine to sink;      And therefore, as before the conqueror's glaive,      Flies, without strife subdued, the ready slave,      So, when to life's unguarded fort, I see      Thy gaze draw near and near triumphantly         Yieldeth my soul to thee!      Therefore my soul doth from its lord depart,      Because, beloved, its native home thou art;      Because the twins recall the links they bore,      And soul with soul, in the sweet kiss of yore,         Meets and unites once more!      Thou, too Ah, there thy gaze upon me dwells,      And thy young blush the tender answer tells;      Yes! with the dear relation still we thrill,      Both lives though exiles from the homeward hill         One life all glowing still!