Treasure Island

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

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A Little While


A little while a little love
The hour yet bears for thee and me
Who have not drawn the veil to see
If still our heaven be lit above.
Thou merely, at the day's last sigh,
Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone;
And I have heard the night-wind cry
And deemed its speech mine own.

A little while a little love
The scattering autumn hoards for us
Whose bower is not yet ruinous
Nor quite unleaved our songless grove.
Only across the shaken boughs
We hear the flood-tides seek the sea,
And deep in both our hearts they rouse
One wail for thee and me.

A little while a little love
May yet be ours who have not said
The word it makes our eyes afraid
To know that each is thinking of.
Not yet the end: be our lips dumb
In smiles a little season yet:
I'll tell thee, when the end is come,
How we may best forget.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003

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  • William Night (12/21/2013 11:29:00 AM)

    I am William E. Night. I read your poem and I enjoyed it. I found the rhyme good and the romance good. However I found the line, be our lips dumb to stand out in the poem as not fitting it in the poem. Somehow it does not seem romantic to me. My standing out it takes away from the romance. It breaks the imagery. (Report) Reply

  • Kevin Straw (12/21/2009 5:46:00 AM)

    Great lines: “A little while a little love
    May yet be ours who have not said
    The word it makes our eyes afraid
    To know that each is thinking of. “

    I sincerely doubt he can tell his love: “…when the end is come,
    How we may best forget. “

    “Whose bower is not yet ruinous” – should be either: “Whose bow’r is not yet ruinous” or “Whose bower ‘s not yet ruinous” to scan. (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh T A (12/21/2009 1:00:00 AM)

    Indeed even though everything may come to an end there can be a little time for a little love! That nobody should not ignore in the mundane things is quite true to know! (Report) Reply

  • Nicola burkett (12/21/2006 8:17:00 PM)

    Again I stand in awe, of the very muse and inspiration of my own poetic heart.
    I thank you from the bottom of my whole being for giving me this gift. A hundred and 24 years have past and your magic still lives on.
    R.I.P Dante
    Nickie x x (Report) Reply

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