As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope, <br />Knows suddenly, to music high and soft, <br />The Holy of holies; who because they scoff'd <br />Are now amazed with shame, nor dare to cope <br />With the whole truth aloud, lest heaven should ope; <br />Yet, at their meetings, laugh not as they laugh'd <br />In speech; nor speak, at length; but sitting oft <br />Together, within hopeless sight of hope <br />For hours are silent:—So it happeneth <br />When Work and Will awake too late, to gaze <br />After their life sailed by, and hold their breath. <br />Ah! who shall dare to search through what sad maze <br />Thenceforth their incommunicable ways <br />Follow the desultory feet of Death?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxv-known-in-vain/
