Another Love

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 seemed there, yea that was there, could not be,

Though like God's wrath it stood dividing us.