Here you will find the Poem Sister to Sister of poet Sydney Thompson Dobell
'When I received that love which is a face, When I perceived that face which is a love, Two voices, like those two old nations, strove Within my heart, and the first-born gave place And served the younger. 'Ah this golden space Doth cage the airy pinions of my dove! And ah this value, which might prove and more Another love, seems simony to the grace Of ours!' Thus while one passion doth protest, The other cries: 'I care not how it be! For, givest thou much or little, worst or best, Nor am I richer nor thou dispossest; My fond subtraction is still thine in me, And all thy dear remainder mine in thee!''
