Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)

THE IRRESPONSIVE silence of the land,

The irresponsive sounding of the sea,

Speak both one message of one sense to me:—

Aloof, aloof, we stand aloof, so stand

Thou too aloof, bound with the flawless band

Of inner solitude; we bind not thee;

But who from thy self-chain shall set thee free?

What heart shall touch thy heart? What hand thy hand?

And I am sometimes proud and sometimes meek,

And sometimes I remember days of old

When fellowship seem’d not so far to seek,

And all the world and I seem’d much less cold,

And at the rainbow’s foot lay surely gold,

And hope felt strong, and life itself not weak.