Within the mirror I saw a ghost
That flew in from the further coast--
Further than the mind’s eye can see,
Nor none can ever make the boast.
Pale, gaunt and wizened figure, he
Poised there before eternity:
I wondered what might be the end
As must await a man like me.
Stranger he was, and yet a friend;
Foreign, and yet our forms twain blend
In one sad conurbation of
Unmet desires as mix, contend.
It is a holy sea of love
In which we merge, below, above,
Before, behind: most sought and most
Elusive flits away that dove.