Sonnet VII: Supreme Surrender

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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To all the spirits of Love that wander by
Along his love-sown harvest-field of sleep
My lady lies apparent; and the deep
Calls to the deep; and no man sees but I.
The bliss so long afar, at length so nigh,
Rests there attained. Methinks proud Love must weep
When Fate's control doth from his harvest reap
The sacred hour for which the years did sigh.
First touched, the hand now warm around my neck
Taught memory long to mock desire: and lo!
Across my breast the abandoned hair doth flow,
Where one shorn tress long stirred the longing ache:
And next the heart that trembled for its sake
Lies the queen-heart in sovereign overthrow.

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    Just finished Sonnet VII: Supreme Surrender by Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Liked it alot, his words makes ya feel stuff, ya know? But the bit about "Fate's control" seems a bit confusin' to me. Does the poem imply that even when Love seems victorious, Fate always interferes? Any thoughts, folks?