So it is, my dear. <br />All such things touch secret strings <br />For heavy hearts to hear. <br />So it is, my dear. <br />Very like indeed: <br />Sea and sky, afar, on high, <br />Sand and strewn seaweed,— <br />Very like indeed. <br />But the sea stands spread <br />s one wall with the flat skies, <br />Where the lean black craft like flies <br />Seem well-nigh stagnated, <br />Soon to drop off dead. <br />Seemed it so to us <br />When I was thine and thou wast mine, <br />And all these things were thus, <br />But all our world in us? <br />Could we be so now? <br />Not if all beneath heaven's pall <br />Lay dead but I and thou, <br />Could we be so now!<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/even-so-3/
