Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,
      So far, so near in woe and weal;
      O loved the most, when most I feel
There is a lower and a higher;

Known and unknown; human, divine;
      Sweet human hand and lips and eye;
      Dear heavenly friend that canst not die,
Mine, mine, for ever, ever mine;

Strange friend, past, present, and to be;
      Loved deeplier, darklier understood;
      Behold, I dream a dream of good,
And mingle all the world with thee.

Last modified 16 February 2010