The Torrent.

Yea, like to some torrent which, severed in twain,1
By cruel rock sundered, meets never again2
With tumult of music and mirth,3
But river-ward roameth, all silent and lone,4
Till in the commotion5
Of wild wind and ocean,6
Escaped from the trammels of earth7
The parted, commingling, for ever are one !8
So, my soul and thy soul are severed in twain,9
By cruel fate sundered, nor ever again10
Love’s joyful communion shall know11
But linger, with silence and distance between12
Till life’s fierce commotion13
Be lost in that ocean14
Whence essence to essence forth flow,15
And unite—in Eternity’s endless Serene !16