Not in thy body is thy life at all, <br />But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes; <br />Through these she yields thee life that vivifies <br />What else were sorrow's servant and death's thrall. <br />Look on thyself without her, and recall <br />The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise <br />That lived but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs <br />O'er vanished hours and hours eventual. <br />Even so much life hath the poor tress of hair <br />Which, stored apart, is all love hath to show <br />For heart-beats and for fire-heats long ago; <br />Even so much life endures unknown, even where, <br />'Mid change the changeless night environeth, <br />Lies all that golden hair undimmed in death.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxvi-life-in-love/
