Yet let me not be too hasty,
Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really
     blended into one;
Then if we die we die together, (yes, we'll remain one,)
If we go anywhere we'll go together to meet what happens,
May- be we'll be better off and blither, and learn something,
May-be it is yourself now really ushering me to the true songs,
     (who knows?)
May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning —
     so now finally,
Good- bye — and hail! my Fancy.

1891 1891-2