What shall be said of this embattled day <br />And armèd occupation of this night <br />By all thy foes beleaguered,—now when sight <br />Nor sound denotes the loved one far away? <br />Of these thy vanquished hours what shalt thou say,— <br />As every sense to which she dealt delight <br />Now labours lonely o'er the stark noon-height <br />To reach the sunset's desolate disarray? <br />Stand still, fond fettered wretch! while Memory's art <br />Parades the Past before thy face, and lures <br />Thy spirit to her passionate portraitures: <br />Till the tempestuous tide-gates flung apart <br />Flood with wild will the hollows of thy heart, <br />And thy heart rends thee, and thy body endures.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlvi-parted-love/
