you & I

You're still the same as you've ever been

In my mind's eye, though far removed

From yourself the very image of you;

That I know not the man, nor need to know,

By whose arrow we two shall victim be;

And suffer as much as he alone hath suffered

At the expense of night's ink, all wrapped in darkness,

Which in words, who hath eyes enough to see,

Where uncertain scope of things most abound,

Is yet by one single ray of light revealed,

Whereupon I myself from myself should hide.

So I, my promise, hath kept, not by words,

But by false pretense to make believe it,

What exists not but in self-created illusion,

Unknown, unseen secret of invisible world;

For words oft deceive us, bereaved of light,

When with me thy much quoted tale is writ,

I think not on thee, more or less than mine,

While in such thoughts I spend time with thee,

Love! how divided we live, but together die!