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 seems there, yea that was there, could not be, Though like God's wrath it stood dividing us. |