When spirits meet there is no thought
Of earthly things that end in naught
But in a purity of sparkling wine
Enjoin to share of things sublime
Created by a mind inspired
By joy or pain. A spirit fired
That sets to flight a creation new
To fly as free as I or you
A thing of beauty and power divine
To taste as if ’twere yours or mine
The nectar of the almond tree
Ambrosia of the fat queen bee

When spirits meet ’tis a meeting of
Two thoughts enfolding something loved
As pure as laughter in child’s delight
Or Venus in a starry night
With brightened eye they meet in joy
In evening’s or fresh morning’s glow
And speak of bird- song, sugared rice
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  Of minuets and Three Blind Mice.