Love, should I fear death most for you or me? <br />Yet if you die, can I not follow you, <br />Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who <br />Shall wrest a bond from night's inveteracy, <br />Ere yet my hazardous soul put forth, to be <br />Her warrant against all her haste might rue?— <br />Ah! in your eyes so reached what dumb adieu, <br />What unsunned gyres of waste eternity? <br />And if I die the first, shall death be then <br />A lampless watchtower whence I see you weep?— <br />Or (woe is me!) a bed wherein my sleep <br />Ne'er notes (as death's dear cup at last you drain), <br />The hour when you too learn that all is vain <br />And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap?<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xliv-cloud-and-wind/
