Severed Selves (from the House of Life) - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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.