I knew I should find you, for you have been always with me, dear--always and everywhere.

The world is all full of you, for I have wandered through it all and taken you with me and made every place yours with the thought of you, and the love of you and the worship of you.

For me, there is not an ocean nor a sea nor a river, nor rock nor island nor broad continent of earth, that has not known Beatrice and loved her name.

Heart of my heart, soul of my soul--the nights and the days without you, the lands and the oceans where you were not, the endlessness of this little world that hid you somewhere, the littleness of the whole universe without you--how can you ever know what it has been to me?
And so it is gone at last--gone as a dream of sickness in the morning of health; gone as the blackness of storm-clouds in the sweep of the clear west wind; gone as the shadow of evil before the face of an angel of light! And I know it all.

I see it all in your eyes.
You knew I was true, and you knew I sought you, and would find you at last--and you have waited--and there has been no other, not the thought of another, not the passing image of another between us.