THE thoughts in me are very calm and high 
That think upon your love: yet by your leave 
You shall not greatly marvel that this eve 
Or nightfall—yet scarce nightfall—the strong sky 
Leaves me thus sad. Now if you ask me why, 
I cannot teach you, dear; but I believe 
It is that man will always interweave 
Life with fresh want, with wish or fear to die. 
It may be therefore,—though the matter touch 
Nowise our love,—that I so often look 
Sad in your presence, often feeling so. 
And of the reason I can tell thus much:— 
Man’s soul is like the music in a book 
Which were not music but for high and low.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti


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