Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 4. Lovesight

When do I see thee most, beloved thee?
  When in the light the spirits of mine eyes
  Before thy face, their altar, solemnise
The worship of that Love through thee made known?
Or when in the dusk hours, (we two alone,)
  Close-kissed and eloquent of still replies
  The twilight-hidden glimmering visage lies,
And my soul only sees thy soul its own?

O love, my love! if I no more should see
Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,
  Nor image of thine eyes in any spring, -
How then should sound up Life's darkening slope
The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,
  The wind of Death's imperishable wing?