My Delight and Thy Delight

    Walking， like two angels white，

    In the gardens of the night：

    My desire and thy desire

    Twining to a tongue of fire，

    Leaping live， and laughing higher：

    Thro‘ the everlasting¹ strife²

    In the mystery of life.

    Love， from whom the world begun，

    Hath the secret of the sun.

    Love can tell， and love alone，

    Whence the million stars were strewn，

    Why each atom knows its own，

    How， in spite of woe³ and death，

    Gay is life， and sweet is breath：

    This he taught us， this we knew，

    Happy in his science true，

    Hand in hand as we stood

    ‘Neath the shadows of the wood，

    Heart to heart as we lay

    In the dawning of the day.