Dante Gabriel Rossetti

(12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

321. Winter 4/12/2010
322. Woodspurge 1/3/2003
323. Words On The Window-Pane 4/12/2010
324. World's Worth 4/12/2010
325. Xcvii A Superscription 12/31/2002
326. Xix Lilent Noon 12/31/2002
327. Xli Through Death To Love 12/31/2002
328. Xxix Heart's Heaven 12/31/2002
329. Xxxvi Life-In-Love 12/31/2002
330. Youth And Lordship 4/12/2010
Best Poem of Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Autumn Song

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the heart feels a languid grief
Laid on it for a covering,
And how sleep seems a goodly thing
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

And how the swift beat of the brain
Falters because it is in vain,
In Autumn at the fall of the leaf
Knowest thou not? and how the chief
Of joys seems—not to suffer pain?

Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf
How the soul feels like a dried sheaf
Bound up at length for harvesting,
And how death seems a comely thing

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The Woodspurge

The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,--
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

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