The Silken Tassel/Inseparable Love

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Inseparable Love
And thou art there and I am here,
  And what lands lie between!
My paths are in the dry land, dear!
  And thine are in the green.
Yet heart to heart in ecstasy
Our souls meet in the common sky,
They know not there the green or dry
       Or what hath been.

And though I muse, or walk, or sit,
  I seem to fly to thee
Where thou dost often sit to knit
  Some work upon thy knee:
I feel to see thy low-bent face,
Thy down-cast eyes, thy crowning grace:
Thou seem’st to feel me in that place
       And turn’st to see!

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Or many a time within my dreams
  I seem to weep my lot,
Thou comest like a light that streams
  Upon my inward thought:
I feel thou standest by my side,
My face in thy embrace I hide:
There in thy raining kisses glide
       My tears unwrought.

O Dearest! though we’re far apart,
  And the world be so unkind,
Our pulses beat from heart to heart,
  Our thoughts from mind to mind;
Nor Time, nor Place can part our Love,
The inner tie that God’s Self wove:
What strength has aught on earth to move
       One thread behind?

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