Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 43. Love and Hope

Bless love and hope. Full many a withered year
Whirled past us, eddying to its chill doomsday;
And clasped together where the blown leaves lay,
We long have knelt and wept full many a tear.
Yet lo! one hour at last, the Spring's compeer,
Flutes softly to us from some green byeway:
Those years, those tears are dead, but only they:--
Bless love and hope, true soul; for we are here.

Cling heart to heart; nor of this hour demand
Whether in very truth, when we are dead,
Our hearts shall wake to know Love's golden head
Sole sunshine of the imperishable land;
Or but discern, through night's unfeatured scope,
Scorn-fired at length the illusive eyes of Hope.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 39. Sleepless Dreams
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 99. Newborn Death - 1
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 87. Death's Songsters
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 3. Love's Testament
5. The Staff and Scrip

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