Canto CXXVII
Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,So far, so near in woe and weal;O, loved the most when most I feelThere 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 goodAnd mingle all the world with thee.