LEAVES and rain and the days of the year, <br />(Water-willow and wellaway,) <br />All these fall, and my soul gives ear, <br />And she is hence who once was here. <br />(With a wind blown night and day.) <br />Ah! but now, for a secret sign, <br />(The willow's wan and the water white,) <br />In the held breath of the day's decline <br />Her very face seemed pressed to mine. <br />(With a wind blown day and night.) <br />O love, of my death my life is fain; <br />(The willows wave on the water-way,) <br />Your cheek and mine are cold in the rain, <br />But warm they'll be when we meet again. <br />(With a wind blown night and day.) <br />Mists are heaved and cover the sky; <br />(The willows wail in the waning light,) <br />O loose your lips, leave space for a sigh,— <br />They seal my soul, I cannot die. <br />(With a wind blown day and night.) <br />Leaves and rain and the days of the year, <br />(Water-willow and wellaway,) <br />All still fall, and I still give ear, <br />And she is hence, and I am here. <br />(With a wind blown night and day.)<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-death-parting/
