LOVE AND THOUGHT

Two well-assorted travellers use

The highway, Eros and the Muse.

From the twins is nothing hidden,

To the pair is nought forbidden;

Hand in hand the comrades go

Every nook of Nature through:

Each for other they were born,

Each can other best adorn;

They know one only mortal grief

Past all balsam or relief;

When, by false companions crossed,

The pilgrims have each other lost.