Our separate winding ways we trod,
Along the highways, unto God,
Unbonded by the clasp of hand,
Without a vow—we understand,
Estranged for aye, the fusing kiss,
Omnipotent, we bide in this—
They need no trammeling of bars
Whose souls were welded with the stars.
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Mate
by Georgia Douglas Johnson
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