so long now I have tried to think of it:
the luminous soft oneness of the race,
in human how we all the same and love,
as much as you, could I love anyone?
If I could see the Oneness then in them,
the thing I could the spark I see in you.
It’s dawned on me at last, at darkest dusk
how like the Oneness be reflected may
on sunset shells of lake, contained;
not each one all restrained to note in all
a single soft-sung harmony, your song,
though part again alone may never sung
be sing the only what-if piece you hold?
Oed' und leer and cold das meer and dark,
das piece where harmony von meer your sang:
The sea is cold and dark.