A little while a little love <br />The hour yet bears for thee and me <br />Who have not drawn the veil to see <br />If still our heaven be lit above. <br />Thou merely, at the day's last sigh, <br />Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone; <br />And I have heard the night-wind cry <br />And deemed its speech mine own. <br /> <br />A little while a little love <br />The scattering autumn hoards for us <br />Whose bower is not yet ruinous <br />Nor quite unleaved our songless grove. <br />Only across the shaken boughs <br />We hear the flood-tides seek the sea, <br />And deep in both our hearts they rouse <br />One wail for thee and me. <br /> <br />A little while a little love <br />May yet be ours who have not said <br />The word it makes our eyes afraid <br />To know that each is thinking of. <br />Not yet the end: be our lips dumb <br />In smiles a little season yet: <br />I'll tell thee, when the end is come, <br />How we may best forget.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-little-while/
