Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 8. Love's Lovers

Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,
And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play
In idle scornful hours he flings away;
And some that listen to his lute's soft tone
Do love to vaunt the silver praise their own;
Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they
Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday
And thank his wings today that he is flown.

My lady only loves the heart of Love:
Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee
His bower of unimagined flower and tree:
There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of
Thine eyes grey-lit in shadowing hair above,
Seals with thy mouth his immortality.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 15. The Birth-Bond
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 48. Death-in-Love
3. Almost Over
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 32. Equal Troth
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 37. The Love-Moon

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