Two separate divided silences, <br />Which, brought together, would find loving voice; <br />Two glances which together would rejoice <br />In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees; <br />Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease; <br />Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame, <br />Would, meeting in one clasp, be made the same; <br />Two souls, the shores wave-mocked of sundering seas:— <br />Such are we now. Ah! may our hope forecast <br />Indeed one hour again, when on this stream <br />Of darkened love once more the light shall gleam?— <br />An hour how slow to come, how quickly past,— <br />Which blooms and fades, and only leaves at last, <br />Faint as shed flowers, the attenuated dream.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xl-severed-selves/
