Christina Rossetti - From Monna Innominata lyrics

II Many in aftertimes will say of you "He loved her"--while of me what will they say? Not that I loved you more than just in play, For fashion's sake as idle women do. Even let them prate; who know not what we knew Of love and parting in exceeding pain, Of parting hopeless here to meet again, Hopeless on earth, and heaven is out of view. But by my heart of love laid bare to you, My love that you can make not void nor vain, Love that foregoes you but to claim anew Beyond this pa**age of the gate of d**h, I charge you at the Judgment make it plain My love of you was life and not a breath.