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Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act.

Unto the man of yearning thought And aspiration, to do nought Is in itself almost an act.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Men, He Man, Aspiration
'Soothsay' st. 10

I plucked a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, And climbing for the prize, was torn, And fouled my feet in quag-water; And by the thorns and by the wind The blossom that I took was thinn'd, And yet I found it sweet and fair.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet, Climbing, Wind
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Clive Wilmer (2014). “Selected Poems”, p.91, Routledge

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: So this winged hour is dropt to us from above. Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companioned inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Song, Heart, Blue
'The House of Life' (1881) pt. 1 'Silent Noon'

At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart:And as the last slow sudden drops are shedFrom sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled,So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Sweet, Smart, Heart
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Clive Wilmer (2014). “Selected Poems”, p.24, Routledge

From perfect grief there need not beWisdom or even memory;One thing then learned remains to me -The woodspurge has a cup of three.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Memories, Grief, Perfect
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, “Woodspurge”

Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies; Nay, who but infants question in such wise, twas one of my most intimate enemies.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Wise, Lying, Enemy
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1911). “The Collected Works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti”

Still we say as we go,-"Strange to think by the wayWhatever there is to know,That shall we know one day.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Thinking, One Day, Strange
Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1883). “Poems”

This sunlight shames November where he grieves In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun The day, though bough with bough be overrun. But with a blessing every glade receives High salutation.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Autumn, Blessing, Grieving
Dante Gabriel Rossetti, “Sonnet LXIX: Autumn Idleness”

I do not see them here; but after death God knows I know the faces I shall see, Each one a murdered self, with low last breath. 'I am thyself,what hast thou done to me?' 'And Iand Ithyself,' (lo! each one saith,) 'And thou thyself to all eternity!

Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Self, Done, Lasts
'The House of Life' (1881) pt. 2 'Lost Days'

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