One To The Other

There is no fate that

Binds us in our steps,

One to the other,

Caught fast amid the folly

That we spent;

For what, I ask, was folly

In the love for you I lent?

 

There is no end to

You, or me, for me, or you,

One for the other,

Though years may wheel and turn

To fade at last,

A long light dimly burns;

But flares and flames despairing

At its dying gasp.

 

No… there is no fate

To bind us in our steps,

One to the other,

No fate or fortune which decrees

This harmony;

Only the wind, playing softly on

The reeds of distant memory.

 

David Lewis Paget