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.
5   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,
10   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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