Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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

Song And Music - Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

O leave your hand where it lies cool
Upon the eyes whose lids are hot:
Its rosy shade is bountiful
Of silence, and assuages thought.
O lay your lips against your hand
And let me feel your breath through it,
While through the sense your song shall fit
The soul to understand.

The music lives upon my brain
Between your hands within mine eyes;
It stirs your lifted throat like pain,
An aching pulse of melodies.
Lean nearer, let the music pause:
The soul may better understand
Your music, shadowed in your hand
Now while the song withdraws.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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