As when two men have loved a woman well, <br />Each hating each, through Love's and Death's deceit; <br />Since not for either this stark marriage-sheet <br />And the long pauses of this wedding-bell; <br />Yet o'er her grave the night and day dispel <br />At last their feud forlorn, with cold and heat; <br />Nor other than dear friends to death may fleet <br />The two lives left that most of her can tell:— <br />So separate hopes, which in a soul had wooed <br />The one same Peace, strove with each other long, <br />And Peace before their faces perished since: <br />So through that soul, in restless brotherhood, <br />They roam together now, and wind among <br />Its bye-streets, knocking at the dusty inns.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xci-lost-on-both-sides/
