Beeckman Ross

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart; And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of the other's being, and no heed; And these o'er unknown seas to unknown lands Shall cross, escaping wreck, defying death, And all unconsciously shape every act And lend each wandering step to this one end,-- That, one day, out of darkness, they shall meet And read life's meaning in each other's eyes.