The world wears your image on the surface
And judges, as always, the looks and the be-haviour
Moving upon the social glass of silver;
But I plunged through those mirrored rays
Where eye remarks eye from the outside,
Into your hidden inner self and bore
As my self-love your hopes and failure,
The other self for which my self would have died.
Drowned in your life, I there encountered death
Which claimed you for a greater history
Where the free win, though many win too late.
We being afraid, I made my hand a path
Into this separate peace which is no victory
Nor general peace, but our escape from fate.