unset worn to its last vermilion he; <br />She that star overhead in slow descent: <br />That white star with the front of angel she; <br />He undone in his rays of glory spent <br /> <br />Halo, fair as the bow-shot at his rise, <br />He casts round her, and knows his hour of rest <br />Incomplete, were the light for which he dies, <br />Less like joy of the dove that wings to nest. <br /> <br />Lustrous momently, near on earth she sinks; <br />Life's full throb over breathless and abased: <br />Yet stand they, though impalpable the links, <br />One, more one than the bridally embraced.<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/union-in-disseverance/
