Upon a poet’s page I wrote <br />Of old two letters of her name; <br />Part seemed she of the effulgent thought <br />Whence that high singer’s rapture came. <br />—When now I turn the leaf the same <br />Immortal light illumes the lay <br />But from the letters of her name <br />The radiance has died away.<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-initials/
