OF her I thought who now is gone so far: <br />And, the thought passing over, to fall thence <br />Was like a fall from spirit into sense <br />Or from the heaven of heavens to sun and star. <br />None other than Love's self ordained the bar <br />'Twixt her and me; so that if, going hence, <br />I met her, it could only seem a dense <br />Film of the brain,—just nought, as phantoms are. <br />Now when I passed your threshold and came in, <br />And glanced where you were sitting, and did see <br />Your tresses in these braids and your hands thus,— <br />I knew that other figure, grieved and thin, <br />That seemed there, yea that was there, could not be, <br />Though like God's wrath it stood dividing us.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-love-6/
