Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems

Let no man ask thee of anything
Not yearborn between Spring and Spring.
More of all worlds than he can know,
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How dear the sky has been above this place!
Small treasures of this sky that we see here
Seen weak through prison-bars from year to year;
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When vain desire at last and vain regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
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Mother of the Fair Delight,
Thou handmaid perfect in God's sight,
Now sitting fourth beside the Three,
Thyself a woman-Trinity,—
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As when desire, long darkling, dawns, and first
The mother looks upon the newborn child,
Even so my Lady stood at gaze and smiled
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THE hop—shop is shut up: the night doth wear.
Here, early, Collinson this evening fell
“Into the gulfs of sleep”; and Deverell
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The lost days of my life until to-day,
What were they, could I see them on the street
Lie as they fell? Would they be ears of wheat
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THE shadows fall along the wall,
It's night at Haye-la-Serre;
The maidens weave since day grew eve,
The lady's in her chair.
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What other woman could be loved like you,
Or how of you should love possess his fill?
After the fulness of all rapture, still,—
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SHE fluted with her mouth as when one sips,
And gently waved her golden head, inclin'd
Outside his cage close to the window-blind;
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