Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

During Music

O COOL unto the sense of pain
That last night's sleep could not destroy;
O warm unto the sense of joy,
That dreams its life within the brain.
What though I lean o'er thee to scan
The written music cramped and stiff;—
'Tis dark to me, as hieroglyph
On those weird bulks Egyptian.
But as from those, dumb now and strange,
A glory wanders on the earth,
Even so thy tones can call a birth
From these, to shake my soul with change.
O swift, as in melodious haste
Float o'er the keys thy fingers small;
O soft, as is the rise and fall
Which stirs that shade within thy breast. 

1. Words on the Window-Pane
2. To Thomas Woolner
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 32. Equal Troth
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 11. The Love-Letter

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