LOVE, I speak to your heart, <br />Your heart that is always here. <br />Oh draw me deep to its sphere, <br />Though you and I are apart, <br />And yield, by the spirit's art, <br />Each distant gift that is dear. <br />O love, my love, you are here! <br />Your eyes are afar to-day, <br />Yet, love, look now in mine eyes. <br />Two hearts sent forth may despise <br />All dead things by the way. <br />All between is decay, <br />Dead hours and this hour that dies. <br />O love, look deep in mine eyes! <br />Your hands to-day are not here, <br />Yet lay them, love, in my hands. <br />The hourglass sheds its sands <br />All day for the dead hours' bier; <br />But now, as two hearts draw near, <br />This hour like a flower expands. <br />O love, your hands in my hands! <br />Your voice is not on the air, <br />Yet, love, I can hear your voice: <br />It bids my heart to rejoice <br />As knowing your heart is there,— <br />A music sweet to declare <br />The truth of your steadfast choice. <br />O love, how sweet is your voice! <br />To-day your lips are afar, <br />Yet draw my lips to them, love. <br />Around, beneath, and above, <br />Is frost to bind and to bar; <br />But where I am and you are, <br />Desire and the fire thereof. <br />O kiss me, kiss me, my love! <br />Your heart is never away, <br />But ever with mine, for ever, <br />For ever without endeavour, <br />To-morrow, love, as to-day; <br />Two blent hearts never astray, <br />Two souls no power may sever, <br />Together, O my love, for ever!<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parted-presence/
