Heart of my heart, we cannot die!
Love triumphant in flower and tree,
Every life that laughs at the sky
Tells us nothing can cease to be:
One, we are one with the song today,
One with the clover that scents the world,
One with the Unknown, far away,
One with the stars, when earth grows old.

Unity, § II. - The Golden Hynde and Other Poems (1914)