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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)


The House of Life. Sonnet 49. Willowwood - 1


I sat with Love upon a woodside well,
Leaning across the water, I and he;
Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,
But touched his lute wherein was audible
The certain secret thing he had to tell:
Only our mirrored eyes met silently
In the low wave; and that sound came to be
The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell.

And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers;
And with his foot and with his wing-feathers
He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth.
Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair,
And as I stooped, her own lips rising there
Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.



Dante Gabriel Rossetti's other poems:
  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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