is the eternal dance
where those who love
find one another
and, taking their chance,
reach up to highest Heaven above
and down to deepest Hell.

There is no higher happiness
than loving true and well.

Toi et Moi sail
their fragile boat
with single eye
from birth to death
and, if they master Fate,
from death to birth again,
distilling bliss from joy and pain.

But once beyond the mortal coil
they end like Ondines
in Giraudoux’s play;
memories erased,
unrecognising faces,
laughing with present joy,
turning to have their sport
in other places.


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