Tuesday, April 15, 2008
The Most Beautiful and Worthwhile Climbs Can be the Hardest Sometimes
by Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)
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 shores 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.
"Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."
"Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away And all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then in silence, I can only hope, my eyes will speak my heart."