Volume 10 — A CONCORD LOVE-SONG
Reading edition
BY JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE
Shall we meet again, love, In the distant When, love, When the Now is Then, love, And the Present Past? Shall the mystic Yonder, On which I ponder, I sadly wonder, With thee be cast? Ah, the joyless fleeting Of our primal meeting, And the fateful greeting Of the How and Why! Ah, the Thingness flying From the Hereness, sighing For a love undying That fain would die! Ah, the Ifness sadd'ning, The Whichness madd'ning, And the But ungladd'ning, That lie behind! When the signless token Of love is broken In the speech unspoken Of mind to mind! But the mind perceiveth When the spirit grieveth, And the heart relieveth Itself of woe; And the doubt-mists lifted From the eyes love-gifted Are rent and rifted In the warmer glow. In the inner Me, love, As I turn to thee, love, I seem to see, love, No Ego there. But the Meness dead, love, The Theeness fled, love, And born instead, love, An Usness rare!