My love, before the world began we are

My love, before the world began we are --
   The world, like us, is but a trend, a chance --
      A happy confluence of eternal currents --
A wave in the river, a wind in the stars,
   A twist of time, one twirl of the dance --
      A quirk of space. -- And in these magic torrents
We were swimming and innocently caught
   And swept away, apart -- separately
      Were plunged into the world alive, alone. --
Through all this frantic turmoil have we sought
   To find each other, once again to join and be
      The happy unity that we had known --
For then this little world will be for nought --
   Another wave to watchers by the sea.