Canto XLVI

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.'