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Sonnet 23: Love's Baubles 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... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	The Blessed Damozel 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... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Without Her What of her glass without her? The blank grey There where the pool is blind of the moon’s face. Her dress without her? The tossed empty space Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away. Her paths without her? Day’s appointed sway Usurped by desolate night. Her... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Silent Noon Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-- ...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: ...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, ...Are golden kingcup-... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Nuptial Sleep At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: And as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So singly flagged the pulses of each heart. Their bosoms sundered, with the opening start Of married flowers to... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	Severed Selves Two separate divided silences, Which, brought together, would find loving voice; Two glances which together would rejoice In love, now lost like stars beyond dark trees; Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease; Two bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	“When do I see thee most?” From “The House of Life” WHEN do I see thee most, belovèd one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? Or when, in the dusk hours (we two alone), Close-... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	The Nevermore Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been; I am also called 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... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
The Woodspurge The Wind flapped loose, the wind was still, Shaken out dead from tree and hill: I had walked 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! My hair was over in the... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti	The Sea-Limits Consider the sea’s listless chime: Time’s self it is, made audible— The murmur of the earth’s own shell. Secret continuance sublime Is the sea’s end: our sight may pass No furlong further. Since time was, This sound hath told the lapse of... Poet: Dante Gabriel Rossetti