This is how UCLA Professor Stephen Yenser paraphrases part of a greatly admired poem by the "greatest minor poet" in English lliterature. Name poet and poem and you win bragging rights.
My love is exceptional or rare. It is for a remote being, an object high beyond my reach, and it is the paradoxical product of the equally sterile despair and impossibility. My despair is the result of my dis-pairing or of realizing how alone I am and how nonpareil is my beloved, an isolated thing apart, who has in effect flown where I cannot follow, because I am -- without her -- but a single wing. I might arrive there, where she has been fixt like a star, and where my soul already is, if it weren't for Fate, which must drive itself betwixt us.