DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
She gazed and listen'd and then said, Less sad of speech than mild,
'All this is when he comes.' She ceased. The light thrill'd towards her, fill'd
With angels in strong level flight. Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.
(I saw her smile.) But soon their path Was vague in distant spheres.
And then she cast her arms along The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands, And wept. (I heard her tears.)
��7<?o The Woodspurge
THE wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead fiom tree and hill. I had walk'd on at the wind's will, I sat now, for the wind was still.
Between my knees my forehead was, My lips, drawn in, said not Alas I My hair was over in the grass, My naked ears heard the day pass.
My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurgc flower'd, three cups in one.
From perfect grief there need not he Wisdom or even memory: One thing learnt remains to me, The woodspurge has a cup of three.
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