two shall be born…the whole wide world apart
and speak in different tongues…and have no thought
each, of the other’s being…and no heed
and these same two
o’er unknown seas, for unknown lands, shall cross
escaping wreak, defying death
and all unconsciously
shape each act, and bend each wandering step
to this one end…
that one day, out of darkness
they must meet
and read Life’s meaning in each other’s eyes

and these same two
along some narrow way of Life shall walk
so nearly side by side
that should one turn, ever so little space
to left…or right
they needs must stand acknowledged, face to face

and yet…

with wistful eyes, that never meet
and groping hands that never clasp
with lips, calling in vain, to ears that never hear
they seek each other all their weary days
and die unsatisfied

…and this is Fate

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