Lady, whom my belovèd loves so well! <br />When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth, <br />When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell, <br />And the bright flood of burning light, that shineth <br />In his dark eyes, is pourèd into thine; <br />When thou shalt lie enfolded to his heart, <br />In all the trusting helplessness of love; <br />If in such joy sorrow can find a part, <br />Oh, give one sigh unto a doom like mine! <br />Which I would have thee pity, but not prove. <br />One cold, calm, careless, wintry look that fell <br />Haply by chance on me, is all that he <br />E'er gave my love; round that, my wild thoughts dwell <br />In one eternal pang of memory.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lady-whom-my-belov-d-loves-so-well/
