THERE is a cloud above the sunset hill, <br />That wends and makes no stay, <br />For its goal lies beyond the fiery west; <br />A lingering breath no calm can chase away, <br />The onward labour of the wind's last will; <br />A flying foam that overleaps the crest <br />Of the top wave: and in possession still <br />A further reach of longing; though at rest <br />From all the yearning years, <br />10 Together in the bosom of that day <br />Ye cling, and with your kisses drink your tears.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/possession-17/
