Severed SelvesSonnet XL from "The House of Life: A Sonnet Sequence"
Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Two glances which together would rejoice
In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees;
Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;
Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame,
Would, meeting in one clasp, be made the same;
Two souls, the shore wave-mocked of sundering seas: -
Such are we now. Ah! may our hope forecast
Indeed one hour again, when on this stream
Of darkened love once more the light shall gleam? -
An hour how slow to come, how quickly past, -
Which blooms and fades, and only leaves at last,
Faint as shed flowers, the attenuated dream.