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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)


The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy


I said:--"Nay, pluck not,--let the first fruit be:
Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,
But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head
Sees in the stream its own fecundity
And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we
At the sun's hour that day possess the shade,
And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade,
And eat it from the branch and praise the tree?"

I say: "Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun
Too long,--'tis fallen and floats adown the stream.
Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one,
And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam
Of autumn set the year's pent sorrow free,
And the woods wail like echoes from the sea."



Dante Gabriel Rossetti's other poems:
  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 71. The Choice - 1
  2. The House of Life. Sonnet 87. Death's Songsters
  3. The House of Life. Sonnet 15. The Birth-Bond
  4. The House of Life. Sonnet 34. The Dark Glass
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 29. The Moonstar


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