'When I received that love which is a face, <br />When I perceived that face which is a love, <br />Two voices, like those two old nations, strove <br />Within my heart, and the first-born gave place <br />And served the younger. 'Ah this golden space <br />Doth cage the airy pinions of my dove! <br />And ah this value, which might prove and more <br />Another love, seems simony to the grace <br />Of ours!' Thus while one passion doth protest, <br />The other cries: 'I care not how it be! <br />For, givest thou much or little, worst or best, <br />Nor am I richer nor thou dispossest; <br />My fond subtraction is still thine in me, <br />And all thy dear remainder mine in thee!''<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sister-to-sister-2/
