Within that nameless realm where Dead meet Dead
I met that one through whom my life was banned,
Who gave for love fierce hate.
So wan the eyes, reflecting eyes as wan,
I reached my hand to clasp the outstretched hand
And touched-but icy air!
‘Alas! ' I said: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! '
And he: ‘Alas! Alas! poor shade! ' he said.