Were Thou And I The White Pinions On Some Eager, Heaven-Born Dove, Swift Would We Mount To The Old Dominions, To Our Rest Of Old, My Love! Were Thou And I Trembling Strands In Music'S Enchanted Line, We Would Wait And Wait For Magic Hands To Untwist The Magic Twine. Were We Two Sky-Tints, Thou And I, Thou The Golden, I The Red; We Would Quiver And Glow And Darken And Die, And Love Until We Were Dead! Nearer Than Wings Of One Dove, Than Tones Or Colours In Chord, We Are One--And Safe, And For Ever, My Love, Two Thoughts In The Heart Of One Lord.