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Alas, So Long!

AH! dear one, we were young so long,

It seemed that youth would never go,

For skies and trees were ever in song

And water in singing flow

In the days we never again shall know.

Alas, so long!

Ah! then was it all Spring weather?

Nay, but we were young and together.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Astarte Syriaca

MYSTERY: lo! betwixt the sun and moon

Astarte of the Syrians: Venus Queen

Ere Aphrodite was. In silver sheen

Her twofold girdle clasps the infinite boon

Of bliss whereof the heaven and earth commune:

And from her neck's inclining flower-stem lean

Love-freighted lips and absolute eyes that wean

The pulse of hearts to the spheres' dominant tune.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Sonnet XI: The Love-Letter

Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair

As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,

Whereof the articulate throbs accompany

The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,—

Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,—

Oh let thy silent song disclose to me

That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree

Like married music in Love's answering air.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Bad Omen

On the first day the priest

Could find no heart in the beast,

And two on the second day.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Death-Parting

LEAVES and rain and the days of the year,

(Water-willow and wellaway,)

All these fall, and my soul gives ear,

And she is hence who once was here.

(With a wind blown night and day.)

Ah! but now, for a secret sign,

(The willow's wan and the water white,)

In the held breath of the day's decline

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

On Christina Rossetti

THERE'S a female bard, grim as a fakier,

Who daily grows shakier and shakier.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

HIS Soul fared forth (as from the deep home-grove

The father-songster plies the hour-long quest),

To feed his soul-brood hungering in the nest;

But his warm Heart, the mother-bird, above

Their callow fledgling progeny still hove

With tented roof of wings and fostering breast

Till the Soul fed the soul-brood. Richly blest

From Heaven their growth, whose food was Human Love.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Superscription

Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;

I am also call'd No-more, Too-late, Farewell;

Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell

Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between;

Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen

Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell

Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,

Of ultimate things unutter'd the frail screen.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Half-Way Pause

The turn of noontide has begun.

In the weak breeze the sunshine yields.

There is a bell upon the fields.

On the long hedgerow's tangled run

A low white cottage intervenes:

Against the wall a blind man leans,

And sways his face to have the sun.

Our horses' hoofs stir in the road,

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Match With The Moon

WEARY already, weary miles to-night

I walked for bed: and so, to get some ease,

I dogged the flying moon with similes.

And like a wisp she doubled on my sight

In ponds; and caught in tree-tops like a kite;

And in a globe of film all liquorish

Swam full-faced like a silly silver fish;—

Last like a bubble shot the welkin's height

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

A Sea-Spell

HER lute hangs shadowed in the apple-tree,

While flashing fingers weave the sweet-strung spell

Between its chords; and as the wild notes swell,

The sea-bird for those branches leaves the sea.

But to what sound her listening ear stoops she?

What netherworld gulf-whispers doth she hear,

In answering echoes from what planisphere,

Along the wind, along the estuary?

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Between Ghent And Bruges

AH yes, exactly so; but when a man

Has trundled out of England into France

And half through Belgium, always in this prance

Of steam, and still has stuck to his first plan—

Blank verse or sonnets; and as he began

Would end;—why, even the blankest verse may chance

To falter in default of circumstance,

And even the sonnet miss its mystic span.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti