Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour

• Light the first light of evening, as in a room
• In which we rest and, for small reason, think
• The world imagined is the ultimate good.
• This is, therefore, the intensest rendezvous.
• It is in that thought that we collect ourselves,
• Out of all the indifferences, into one thing:
• Within a single thing, a single shawl
• Wrapped tightly round us, since we are poor, a warmth,
• A light, a power, the miraculous influence.
• Here, now, we forget each other and ourselves.
• We feel the obscurity of an order, a whole,
• A knowledge, that which arranged the rendezvous.
• Within its vital boundary, in the mind.
• We say God and the imagination are one...
• How high that highest candle lights the dark.
• Out of this same light, out of the central mind,
• We make a dwelling in the evening air,
• In which being there together is enough.