Parting by George William Russell
AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosomâ€™s gentle murmurings.
And far away our faces met
As on the verge of the vast spheres;
And in the night our cheeks were wet,
I could not say with dew or tears.
As one within the Motherâ€™s heart
In that hushed dream upon the height
We lived, and then we rose to part,
Because her ways are infinite.