Oh, we have kissed for past a thousand ages.
Deeps have waned and swelled
and on the slippery stones of yonder grot
the water dripping hollow in the dark
has left an aeon's inch on aeon's rock.
And waxings and ebbings of our ocean-thoughts
turn with the motion of the spheres
and my soul steadfastly flows to yours
through eternities still undawned.