My love, and not I, is the egois
My love for thee loves itself more than thee;
Ay, more than me, in whom it doth exist,
And makes me live that it may feed on m
In the country of bridges the bridge is
More real than the shores it doth unsever;
So in our world, all of Relation, this
Is true – that truer is Love than either love
This thought therefore comes lightly to Doubt's door –
If we, seeing substance of this world, are not
Mere Intervals, God's Absence and no more,
Hollow, in real Consciousness and Though
   And if 'tis possible to Thought to bear this fruit,
   Why should it not be possible to Truth?