Sidney Lanier - In Absence II lyrics

So do the mottled formulas of Sense Glide snakewise through our dreams of Aftertime; So errors breed in reeds and gra**es dense That bank our singing rivulets of rhyme. By Sense rule Space and Time, but in God's land Their intervals are not, save such as lie Betwixt successive tones in concords bland Whose loving distance makes the harmony. Ah, there shall never come ‘twixt me and thee Gross dissonances of the mile, the year; But in the multichords of ecstasy Our souls shall mingle, yet be featured clear, And absence wrought to intervals divine, Shall part, yet link, thy nature's tone in mine.