My love has talk'd with rocks and trees,
⁠He finds on misty mountain-ground
⁠His own vast shadow glory-crown'd,
He sees himself in all he sees.

Two partners of a married life—
⁠I look'd on these and thought of thee
⁠In vastness and in mystery,
And of my spirit as of a wife.

These two—they dwelt with eye on eye,
⁠Their hearts of old have beat in tune,
⁠Their meetings made December June,
Their every parting was to die.

Their love has never past away;
⁠The days she never can forget
⁠Are earnest that he loves her yet,
Whate'er the faithless people say.