Now we are one, but once we were two,
When the deep, deep yearning of time we both knew
Hung like a mist obscuring the sky,
And earth was a shadow we wandered through—
Lonely as shadows that did not die
With the sinking sun, but ached for the light
Of even one star in the weary night.

Once we were two in a dreamless mist;
And we dreamed, since the heart must persist
In dreaming; and we fled the dark years,
Naming the wraiths that only exist
In our minds as substance for all of our fears.

Once we were two; but we became one,
And we counted the mist and the dreaming done,
But we did not know what the soul knew
That Eternity, not chance, had made us two.