When do I see thee most, beloved one? <br />When in the light the spirits of mine eyes <br />Before thy face, their altar, solemnize <br />The worship of that Love through thee made known? <br />Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,) <br />Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies <br />Thy twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies, <br />And my soul only sees thy soul its own? <br />O love, my love! if I no more should see <br />Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee, <br />Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,— <br />How then should sound upon Life's darkening slope <br />The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope, <br />The wind of Death's imperishable wing?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iv-lovesight/
