A Cristobel La Motte poem - from the novel Possession

A Cristobel La Motte poem - from the novel Possession by A.S. Byatt:

Gloves lie together
Limp and calm
Finger to finger
Palm to palm
With whitest tissue
To embalm
In these quiet cases
With hands creep
With supple stretchings
Out of sleep
Fingers clasp fingers
Troth to keep

—C.LaMotte

 Article: On Possession - By A.S.Byatt

And that made me think of this scene from The Age Of Innocence