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."
-Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam A. H. H., Canto XLVII