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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Parted Presence
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LOVE, I speak to your heart, 
Your heart that is always here. 
Oh draw me deep to its sphere, 
Though you and I are apart, 
And yield, by the spirit`s art, 
Each distant gift that is dear. 
O love, my love, you are here!
Your eyes are afar to-day, 
Yet, love, look now in mine eyes. 
Two hearts sent forth may despise 
All dead things by the way. 
All between is decay, 
Dead hours and this hour that dies. 
O love, look deep in mine eyes!
Your hands to-day are not here, 
Yet lay them, love, in my hands. 
The hourglass sheds its sands 
All day for the dead hours` bier; 
But now, as two hearts draw near, 
This hour like a flower expands. 
O love, your hands in my hands!
Your voice is not on the air, 
Yet, love, I can hear your voice: 
It bids my heart to rejoice 
As knowing your heart is there,— 
A music sweet to declare 
The truth of your steadfast choice. 
O love, how sweet is your voice!
To-day your lips are afar, 
Yet draw my lips to them, love. 
Around, beneath, and above, 
Is frost to bind and to bar; 
But where I am and you are, 
Desire and the fire thereof. 
O kiss me, kiss me, my love!
Your heart is never away, 
But ever with mine, for ever, 
For ever without endeavour, 
To-morrow, love, as to-day; 
Two blent hearts never astray, 
Two souls no power may sever, 
Together, O my love, for ever!
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