Gone
by Elizabeth Siddal
   To touch the glove upon her tender hand,
   To watch the jewel sparkle in her ring,
   Lifted my heart into a sudden song
   As when the wild birds sing.
    
   To touch her shadow on the sunny grass,
   To break her pathway through the darkened wood,
   Filled all my life with trembling and tears
   And silence where I stood.
    
   I watch the shadows gather round my heart,
   I live to know that she is gone –
   Gone gone for ever, like the tender dove
   That left the Ark alone.
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