You do not know
What is done with you,
Do not fear
What’s done or undone:
You are not here,
You are not two
Any more, but one.
Pity these two
Who all have lost,
Envy these two
Who have paid their cost
To gain this soul
That dazzling hovered
Between them whole.
There they are lost
And their tracks are covered:
Nothing can find them
Until they awake
In themselves or take
New selves to bind them.