You are Cloven Apart

But now, you are twain, you are cloven apart,

Flesh of his flesh, but heart of my heart;

- from The Triumph of Time

by Algernon Charles Swinburne

This Fruit of My Heart

It will grow not again, this fruit of my heart,

      Smitten with sunbeams, ruined with rain.

- from The Triumph of Time

by Algernon Charles Swinburne