Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Äàíòå Ãàáðèýëü Ðîññåòòè)

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 67. The Landmark
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 87. Death's Songsters
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 50. Willowwood - 2
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 20. Gracious Moonlight

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