In Memoriam 47. [That each, who seems a separate whole,]

That each, who seems a separate whole,
      Should move his rounds, and fusing all
      The skirts of self again, should fall
Remerging in the general Soul,

Is faith as vague as all unsweet:
      Eternal form shall still divide
      The eternal soul from all beside;
And I shall know him when we meet:

And we shall sit at endless feast,
      Enjoying each the other’s good:
      What vaster dream can hit the mood
Of Love on earth? He seeks at least

Upon the last and sharpest height,
      Before the spirits fade away,
      Some landing-place, to clasp and say,
“Farewell! We lose ourselves in light.”