Our souls have touched each other, Two fountains from one jet; Like children of one mother Our leaping thoughts have met. We were as far asunder As green isles in the sea; And now we ask in wonder How that could ever be. I dare not call thee lover Nor any earthly name, Though love's full cup flows over As water quick with flame. When two strong minds have mated As only spirits may, The wold shines new created In a diviner day. Yea, though hard fate may sever My fleeting self from thine, Thy thought will live for ever And ever grow in mine.