Is it indeed your voice that whispers here,
Or my heart’s own? For I have heard this said
In music most, or in the soundless clear
Meadows of night by beauty visited.
Are these your words by which my mind is fed,
Or did I speak them? Love, I do not know;
They are my spirit’s honey and its bread
Take them for yours since you have made them so.
Let our two hearts, though dust of different earth,
Linked in one likeness since the world began,
Speak with a single voice; for what are worth
Laughter and tears and all the life of man,
But this? that two who love shall be as one,
Till life and death and time itself are done.