Yet think not I would have it otherwise!
Our God, who knoweth women’s hearts, knows best—
And every little bird must build its nest
From whence it soareth, singing, to the skies.
What though the one that thou hast builded lies
Where sinks the sun to its enchanted rest,
If, on each breeze that bloweth east or west,
To thee, on swiftest wing, my spirit flies?
We are not far apart, and ne’er shall be!
For Love, like God, knoweth not time, nor space,
And it is freer than the viewless air;
And well I know, belovèd, that if we
Trod different planets in yon starry space
We should reach out, and find each other there!