Egoisme A Deux Poem by Louisa Sarah Bevington

WHEN the great universe hung nebulous
Betwixt the unprevented and the need,
Was it foreseen that you and I should be?--
Was it decreed?

While time leaned onward through eternities,
Unrippled by a breath and undistraught,
Lay there at leisure Will that we should breathe?--
Waited a Thought?

When the warm swirl of chaos-elements
Fashioned the chance that woke to sentient strife,
Did there a Longing seek, and hasten on
Our mutual life?

That flux of many accidents but now
That brought you near and linked your hand in mine,--
That fused our souls in love's most final faith,--
Was it divine?