to be one thought, one voice before we die

Our oneness is the wrestlers', fierce and close,
   Thrusting and thrust;
One life in dual effort for one prize,--
   We fight, and must;
For soul with soul does battle evermore
   Till love be trust.

Our distance is love's severance; sense divides,
   Each is but each;
Never the very hidden spirit of thee
   My life doth reach;
Twain! since love athwart the gulf that needs
   Kisses and speech.

Ah! wrestle closelier! we draw nearer so
   Than any bliss
Can bring twain souls who would be whole and one,
   Too near to kiss:
To be one thought, one voice before we die,--
   Wrestle for this.

[Louisa A. Bevington {1845-1895}, 'Wrestling', from Love Songs and Sonnets {Everyman's Library Pocket Poets}]