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1828–1882 England
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 10 April 1882) was an English poet, painter and translator.
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Also known as: D. G. Rossetti, Rossetti, Dante Gabriel
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And round his heart one strangling golden hair.
I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet, keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
Thou fill'st from the wingèd chalice of the soul
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-wingèd to its goal.
To Eve's womb, from our sweet to-morrow,
God shall greatly multiply sorrow.
If the light is
It is because God said 'Let there be light.'
Gather a shell from the strewn beach
And listen at its lips: they sigh
The same desire and mystery,
The echo of the whole sea's speech.
Lazy laughing languid Jenny,
Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea.
Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,
But as the meaning of all things that are.
From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory;
One thing then learned remains to me —
The woodspurge has a cup of three.
Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
The rustling covert of my soul.
Watch thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die.
A Sonnet is a moment's monument,—
Memorial from the Soul's eternity
To one dead deathless hour.
Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies?
Nay, who but infants question in such wise,
'T was one of my most intimate enemies.
The sun was gone now; the curled moon was like a little feather
Fluttering far down the gulf.
Still we say as we go,—
"Strange to think by the way
Whatever there is to know,
That shall we know one day."
Her voice was like the voice the stars
Had when they sang together.
I think I see you when you wake,
And rub your eyes for me, and shake
My gold, in rising, from your hair,
A Danaë for a moment there.
When all desire at last and all regret
Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,
What shall assuage the unforgotten pain
And teach the unforgetful to forget?
I am not as these are, the poet saith
In youth's pride, and the painter, among men
At bay, where never pencil comes nor pem
If God in his wisdom have brought close
The day when I must die,
That day by water or fire or air
My feet shall fall in the destined snare
Wherever my road may lie.