We Were One

Heloise to Abelard, in Abelard and Heloise: The Love Letters, A Poetical Rendering, tr. Ella C. Bennett (San Francisco & New York: Paul Elder and Com., 1907), 1-2:

        My Abelard, my love, my own adored!
        When last I wrote to thee my soul I poured,
        In all its grief and anguish from my heart—
        O Abelard, my love, why did we part?
        Why didst thou hide thyself in gloomy cell,
        And banish me, ’til earth seemed part of Hell?
        And my last letter! O not answered yet!
        I cannot for one single hour forget
        That we were one. At night from dreams I call
        Thy name aloud, in pain, then like a pall,
        The ceiling of my cell o’ercaps my view,—
        And visions fade again that brought me you!

        Think you at night when at my prayers I kneel,
        That only thoughts celestial through me steal?
        Think you the sound of orisons divine
        Can banish that lost bliss—that you were mine?
        That once you loved me, we together slept,
        Together laughed and loved, together wept;
        Together shared each joy, each pain, each thought? [...]