She wavered, stopped and turned, methought her eyes, <br />The deep grey windows of her heart, were wet, <br />Methought they softened with a new regret <br />To note in mine unspoken miseries, <br />And as a prayer from out my heart did rise <br />And struggled on my lips in shame's strong net, <br />She stayed me, and cried "Brother!" our lips met, <br />Her deawr hands drew me into Paradise. <br /> <br />Sweet seemed that kiss till thence her feet were gone, <br />Sweet seemed the word she spake, while it might be <br />As wordless music--But truth fell on me, <br />And kiss and word I knew, and, left alone, <br />Face to face seemed I to a wall of stone, <br />While at my back there beat a boundless sea.<br /><br />William Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/near-but-far-away/
