When the two shall become one the one is still the two: sound and silence together thrill the flute — Each heart must have its mind or the circle is not true. When the One has seen the Other — a voice not his, a passion not hers — together in God they are now, as such, written on a single page in lines not made to touch.
Mourn not for those that live, nor those that die,
Nor I, nor thou, nor any one of these,
Ever was not, nor ever will not be,
For ever and for ever afterwards,
All, that doth live, lives always! ...
That which is can never cease to be;
That which is not will not exist.
