[BNP/E3, 31A – 70v]

1

From me to thee there is a body which is 

My idea of thee, and that is I,

For, loving thee, my being is a pure bliss 

Wondering to thee and having not

And I am not I, in thee, not mine was this

But an abstraction of being thou and mine,

As an interval, which, as the aether fills

Both things and distances between them, wills

We are, in thee, and outside both, one thing

That thought of thee which like a praising way

Caresses carelessly my vague amotion

And makes my heart swell like a summer ocean.

In me to love is not to wish to have

But to wish to become. Thee-form to grave

Of all my conscious being I desire

Not to curse thee as evolving fire

I cannot have thee being not the difference

The absolute life that with † as rife

And moves the † of thy heart a {…}

2

I could love thee only if I were thorn.

I am through God, for only God is so

Subtend with thee that in Him dost move.

No weapon is the substance of my love.

Being not this I whish my divine 

From God apparent absence drives one finds

I cannot love thee, in eve love, I lose

My substance not to find these; I do choose

The abstract life of interval and distance,

No pinning place of being-between, resistance

Of the more subtle matter, whereby souls

Are individuals, to become more wholes.

I set out on thee sea of love to find

Thy share, led to it by my thought’s dear void,

But thy share is another planet’s earth

And all my † is mere † worth.