If I for once the wand'rer be
  And you the foot resigned to home,
A happi'r compass you'd n'er see
  As blindness shows to those alone.

And with fresh joy I'd journey far
  Discovering pleasures once unseen.
No longer curious where you are.
  Now going where you've never been.

But twins need not be equal weight.
  If one should violate his post,
From pristine page he'll force his mate
  To rise, unwarned, forever lost.

Except the union at their heads,
  A fulcrum of such sweet design,
The joint through which their minds are read,
  Which translates thought into curved line.

Then no more marks will there be made
  By instrument with harmn'y gone.
The mem'ry of the artist fades
  While discord holds bitter and strong.

How could I wish for such an end,
  Though I long to be where you are,
And e'er from me my heart you rend,
  I know you cannot travel far.