Ah, Love, had we but met before,
When standing at the gate of life,
Ere we had opened wide that door—
Now, I a husband, you a wife,
Have met too late. Ah, say not so,
You would have loved me years ago.

Then why not now! What earthly ties
Made by mankind can bind our souls
Which rush together! Let us rise
Above such bondage. What controls
A love like ours? 'Tis not of earth,
But from Promethean fires has birth.