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Should one of us die, the other
   Will have two souls to keep —
His own and what was his brother
   Saved from sleep.

For it is not only love,
   That for one another we feel;
But a strange, a strange identity-
   Like spokes of the same wheel!



THE ORACLE

THE world is malleable," you said
  And like a young god passing by
Who with large gesture carelessly
   Raises to life one who is dead.

That royal oracle sets free
   The old sweet reckless powers of chance,
And lifts from lovely circumstance
   The monolith of destiny.

"The world is malleable" you said,
   "And its horizons still are blue."
Oh subtle heart, oh crafty head!
   I take the hint and follow you!