When the great universe hung nebulous
Betwixt the unprevented and the need,
Was it foreseen that you and I should be?—
Was it decreed?

While time leaned onward through eternities,
Unrippled by a breath and undistraught,
Lay there at leisure Will that we should breathe?—
Waited a Thought?

When the warm swirl of chaos-elements
Fashioned the chance that woke to sentient strife,
Did there a Longing seek, and hasten on
Our mutual life?

That flux of many accidents but now
That brought you near and linked your hand in mine,—
That fused our souls in love's most final faith,—
Was it divine?