Sweet Love,—but oh! most dread Desire of Love <br />Life-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand, <br />Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to hand: <br />And one was eyed as the blue vault above: <br />But hope tempestuous like a fire-cloud hove <br />I' the other's gaze, even as in his whose wand <br />Vainly all night with spell-wrought power has spann'd <br />The unyielding caves of some deep treasure-trove. <br />Also his lips, two writhen flakes of flame, <br />Made moan: “Alas O Love, thus leashed with me! <br />Wing-footed thou, wing-shouldered, once born free: <br />And I, thy cowering self, in chains grown tame,— <br />Bound to thy body and soul, named with thy name,— <br />Life's iron heart, even Love's Fatality.”<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-liv-love-s-fatality/
