Come then to me, the stars are high;
The earth is deep:the moon drops dew;
Swift Hermes floats along the sky,
From Jove to me, from me to you.
I should despair of power and peace,
Were I alone to sigh, to sift
The silly from the wise in Greece;
In you I see the shadows shift.
Shall I forget? If I forget
I shall know nothing: only this;
That I must live again, and yet
Forego awhile the Jovial kiss
Till I return I question still
If any of my dreams be true
I scale the stern Olympian Hill,
Alone: and yet I long for you.
Come then to me: and you and I
Mayhap shall know when we are one!
There is a sheltering: the sky;
There is a centre called the sun.
Separate life and separate will
Leave something still in our desire;
Look! on the high Olympian Hill
The sun burns on: a single Fire.
A single flame fills all the earth;
A single Sun fills all the blue;
A single death a single birth,
Suffice us not. Let me with you
Discover if there be a way
Separate from that path above
The plains of earth; the high gods say,
There is a Way: the Way of Love.
PLATO.
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