And what of Marriage,Master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together,
And together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when
The white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay,you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another,but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but not eat from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous,
But let each one of you be alone,
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though
They quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts,but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and
The cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
I think of thee,whene’er the sun his beams
O’er ocean flings;
I think of thee,whene’er the moonlight gleams
In silv’ry springs.
I see thee,when upon the distant ridge
The dust awakes;
At midnight’s hour,when on the fragile bridge
The wanderer quakes.
I hear thee,when yon billows rise on high,
With murmur deep.
To tread the silent grove oft wander I,
When all’s asleep.
I’m near thee,thought thou far away mayst be–
The sun then sets,the stars soon lighten me.
Would thou wert here!
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To server for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this!
The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow;
It left like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame:
I hear thy name spoken
And share in its shame.
They name thee before me,
A knell to mind ear;
A shudder comes o’er me–
Why weft thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee
Who knew thee too well:
Long,long shall I true thee
Too deeply to tell.
In secret we met:
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long yeas,
How should I greet thee?–
With silence and tears.
I do not love thee!–no!I do not love thee!
And yet when thou art absent I am sad;
And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,
Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad.
I do not love thee!–yet,I know not why,
Whate’er thou dost seems still well done,to me:
And often in my solitude I sigh
That those I do love are not more like thee!
I do not love thee!–ye,when thou art gone,
I hate the sound(though those who speak be dear)
Which breaks the lingering echo of the tone
Thy voice of music leaves upon my ear.
I do not love thee!–yet thy speaking eyes,
With their deep,bright,and most expressive blue,
Between me and the midnight heaven arise,
Oftener than an eyes I ever knew.
I know I do not love thee!yet,alas!
Others will scarcely trust my candid heart;
And oft I catch them smiling as they pass,
Because they see me gazing where thou art.