Ross Beeckman

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