Two in One

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Two in One

Were thou and I the white pinions

On some eager, heaven-born dove,

Swift would we mount to the old dominions,

To our rest of old, my love!

Were thou and I trembling strands

In music’s enchanted line,

We would wait and wait for magic hands

To untwist the magic twine.

Were we two sky-tints, thou and I,

Thou the golden, I the red;

We would quiver and glow and darken and die,

And love until we were dead!

Nearer than wings of one dove,

Than tones or colours in chord,

We are one⁠—and safe, and for ever, my love,

Two thoughts in the heart of one Lord.