Page:Mandragora.djvu/71

 Should one of us die, the other Will have two souls to keep — His own and what was his brother Saved from sleep.

For it is not only love, That for one another we feel; But a strange, a strange identity- Like spokes of the same wheel!


 * THE ORACLE

HE world is malleable," you said  And like a young god passing by Who with large gesture carelessly    Raises to life one who is dead.

That royal oracle sets free The old sweet reckless powers of chance, And lifts from lovely circumstance The monolith of destiny.

"The world is malleable" you said, "And its horizons still are blue." Oh subtle heart, oh crafty head! I take the hint and follow you!