“Strange stranger,” I said, “here is no cause to mourn”
“None,” said that other, “save the undone years,
the hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours,
Was my life also; I went chasing wild
after the wildest beauty in the world.

Which lies not calm in ocean eyes,
or braided hair, soft tears cascade down the cheek,
mark the cleft of the lips, the smile part despair
youth and beauty consumed, but yet the eyes deceive,
they do not see what appears, but what the heart carries

And of my weeping something had been left,
that part must die now. I searched the truth untold
Wisdom was mine, and I had mastery:
Innocence was yours, and you had mystery;
I knew you in this dark: for so you frowned

For by my joy might many men have laughed,
And mock the steady running of the hour,
but they have plenty of time, as so it seems
but we are only for a moment, in the echoes of eternity
and you may contribute one verse.