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.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 66. The Heart of the Night
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 27. Heart's Compass
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 92. The Sun's Shame - 1
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 28. Soul-Light

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