I <br /> <br />We met, hand to hand, <br />We clasped hands close and fast, <br />As close as oak and ivy stand; <br />But it is past: <br />Come day, come night, day comes at last. <br /> <br />We loosed hand from hand, <br />We parted face from face; <br />Each went his way to his own land. <br />At his own pace, <br />Each went to fill his separate place. <br /> <br />If we should meet one day, <br />If both should not forget, <br />We shall clasp hands the accustomed way, <br />As when we met <br />So long ago, as I remember yet. <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Where my heart is (wherever that may be) <br />Might I but follow! <br />If you fly thither over heath and lea, <br />O honey-seeking bee, <br />O careless swallow, <br />Bid some for whom I watch keep watch for me. <br /> <br />Alas! that we must dwell, my heart and I, <br />So far asunder. <br />Hours wax to days, and days and days creep by; <br />I watch with wistful eye, <br />I wait and wonder: <br />When will that day draw nigh—that hour draw nigh? <br /> <br />Not yesterday, and not, I think, to-day; <br />Perhaps to-morrow. <br />Day after day 'to-morrow' thus I say: <br />I watched so yesterday <br />In hope and sorrow, <br />Again to-day I watch the accustomed way.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-night-2/
