Canto XLVI
That each, who seems a separate whole,Should move his rounds, and fusing allThe skirts of self again, should fallRemerging in the general Soul,
Is faith as vague as all unsweet:Eternal form shall still divideThe 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 moodOf 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.’