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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882 / London / England)
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The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
The gloom that breathes upon me with these airs
Is like the drops which stike the traveller's brow
Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now
Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears.
Ah! bodes this hour some harvest of new tares,
Or hath but memory of the day whose plough
Sowed hunger once, -- the night at length when thou,
O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers?
How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth,
Along the hedgerows of this journey shed,
Lie by Time's grace till night and sleep may soothe!
Even as the thisteldown from pathsides dead
Gleaned by a girl in autumns of her youth,
Which one new year makes soft her marriage-bed.
Read poems about / on: marriage, journey, memory, girl, rain, sleep, night, time
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Nice poem, for some reason I feel the gloom is due to the loss of someone, maybe this girl who is married?
i love this poem it is so full of emotion i would like to put some of my poems on line.
hey this poem is cool and i like it is made ily becca
i love this lol it good
A sonnet by one of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, which was dedicated to 'enforcing and encouraging adherence to the simplicity of nature' in both painting and poetry. This sonnet demonstrates the mysticism and fantasy that Rossetti and his peers displayed in their work.
Here the speaker uses the gloom and rain that begins falling to reflect his feelings about the one who has fallen from his prayers - the girl who gleaned the thistledown at harvest time in her youth and used the down to make her 'marriage-bed' one fine day.
All hardships of life are made into usual things with the passage of time like the night rest or sleep or a girl's autumn life! Nice poem of Pre-Raphaelite poet!
Hello, I am glad you could join us today........
Rossetti along with his sister Christina, Were among the many masters of Pre Raphaelite art and poetry of the Victorian era.
In fact it was by reading Dante's & Christina's work that I become immensely interested in poetry.
An exquisite poem....
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Nickie x x
i like it
but how did it get to be the poem of the day
xoxo ambeer xoxo