Dante Gabriel Rossetti

  • The blessed damozel leaned out
           From the gold bar of Heaven;
    Her eyes were deeper than the depth
           Of waters stilled at even;
    She had three lilies in her hand,
           And the stars in her hair were seven.
    Her robe, ungirt from...

  • I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore
    Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:
    And round him ladies thronged in warm pursuit,
    Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store.
    And from one hand the petal and the core
    Savoured of sleep; and...