Is
faith as vague as all unsweet:
Eternal form shall still divide
The eternal soul from all beside;
And
I shall know him when we meet:
And
we shall sit at endless feast,
Enjoying each the other’s good:
What vaster dream can hit the mood
Of
Love on earth? He seeks at least
Upon
the last and sharpest height,
Before the spirits fade away,
Some landing-place, to clasp and say,
‘Farewell!
We lose ourselves in light.’