Sonnet Xxvi:

XXVI When we two parted, on a summer day, With lingering hands, with sobs, with swimming eyes, With broken phrases, half made up of sighs-- The while before us in a vision lay The dreary shadows of the lonesome way That we must tread, ere, under happier skies, The fate that sported with our sacred ties Might choose to smile on us, her helpless prey;-- Dost thou remember, then, the last close kiss That joined our burning lips, my gentle dove-- A kiss whose frenzied hold would not remove? The crowning sorrow, the sharp grievous bliss Of desperate fear? And how we clung to this, This woeful joy, this long, long kiss of love?