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. To Thomas Woolner
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 74. Old and New Art - 1. St. Luke the Painter
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 68. A Dark Day
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 52. Willowwood - 4

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