Another Love – Dante Gabriel Rossetti

OF her I thought who now is gone so far: 

And, the thought passing over, to fall thence 

Was like a fall from spirit into sense 

Or from the heaven of heavens to sun and star. 

None other than Love’s self ordained the bar 

‘Twixt her and me; so that if, going hence, 

I met her, it could only seem a dense 

Film of the brain,—just nought, as phantoms are. 

Now when I passed your threshold and came in, 

And glanced where you were sitting, and did see 

Your tresses in these braids and your hands thus,— 

I knew that other figure, grieved and thin, 

That seemed there, yea that was there, could not be, 

Though like God’s wrath it stood dividing us.

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