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