Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The Sin Of Detection

SHE bowed her face among them all, as one
By one they rose and went. A little scorn
They showed—a very little. More forlorn
She seemed because of that: she might have grown
Proud else in her turn, and have so made known
What she well knew—that the free—hearted corn,
Kissed by the hot air freely all the morn,
Is better than the weed which has its own
Foul glut in secret. Both her white breasts heaved
Like heaving water with their weight of lace;
And her long tresses, full of musk and myrrh,
Were shaken from the braids her fingers weaved,
So that they hid the shame in her pale face.
Then I stept forth, and bowed addressing her. 

1. To Thomas Woolner
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 52. Willowwood - 4
3. Words on the Window-Pane
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 51. Willowwood - 3
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles

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