Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

English May

WOULD God your health were as this month of May
Should be, were this not England,—and your face
Abroad, to give the gracious sunshine grace
And laugh beneath the budding hawthorn-spray.
But here the hedgerows pine from green to grey
While yet May's lyre is tuning, and her song
Is weak in shade that should in sun be strong;
And your pulse springs not to so faint a lay.
If in my life be breath of Italy,
Would God that I might yield it all to you!
So, when such grafted warmth had burgeoned through
The languor of your Maytime's hawthorn-tree,
My spirit at rest should walk unseen and see
The garland of your beauty bloom anew. 

1. Words on the Window-Pane
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
3. To Thomas Woolner
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 96. Life the Beloved
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 32. Equal Troth

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