To touch the glove upon her tender hand, <br />To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring, <br />Lifted my heart into a sudden song <br />As when the wild birds sing. <br /> <br />To touch her shadow on the sunny grass, <br />To break her pathway through the darkened wood, <br />Filled all my life with trembling and tears <br />And silence where I stood. <br /> <br />I watch the shadows gather round my heart, <br />I live to know that she is gone – <br />Gone gone for ever, like the tender dove <br />That left the Ark alone.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gone-6/
