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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)


The House of Life. Sonnet 67. The Landmark


Was that the landmark? What,--the foolish well
Whose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink,
But sat and flung the pebbles from its brink
In sport to send its imaged skies pell-mell,
(And mine own image, had I noted well!)--
Was that my point of turning?--I had thought
The stations of my course should rise unsought,
As altar-stone or ensigned citadel.

But lo! the path is missed, I must go back,
And thirst to drink when next I reach the spring
Which once I stained, which since may have grown black.
Yet though no light be left nor bird now sing
As here I turn, I'll thank God, hastening,
That the same goal is still on the same track.



Dante Gabriel Rossetti's other poems:
  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 87. Death's Songsters
  2. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
  3. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute
  4. The House of Life. Sonnet 15. The Birth-Bond
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 93. The Sun's Shame - 2


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