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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Another Love
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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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