Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Possession

There is a cloud above the sunset hill,
That wends and makes no stay,
For its goal lies beyond the fiery west;
A lingering breath no calm can chase away,
The onward labour of the wind's last will;
A flying foam that overleaps the crest
Of the top wave: and in possession still
A further reach of longing; though at rest
From all the yearning years,
10 Together in the bosom of that day
Ye cling, and with your kisses drink your tears. 

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 15. The Birth-Bond
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 48. Death-in-Love
3. Almost Over
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 37. The Love-Moon
5. To Thomas Woolner

Emily Dickinson Possession ("Did the harebell loose her girdle")

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