If it should ever happen that, without our
knowledge, we became a pain or torment or despair
one to the other;
If it should come about that weariness or
hackneyed pleasure unbent in us the golden bow of
lofty desire;
If the crystal of pure thought must fall in our
hearts and break;
If, in spite of all, I should feel myself
vanquished because I had not bowed my will
sufficiently to the divine immensity of goodness;
Then, oh! then let us embrace like two sublime
madmen who beneath the broken skies cling to the
summits even so--and with one flight and soul
ablaze grow greater in death.