Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 61. The Song-Throe

By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,
O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast none
Except thy manifest heart; and save thine own
Anguish or ardour, else no amulet.
Cisterned in Pride, verse is the feathery jet
Of soulless air-flung fountains; nay, more dry
Than the Dead Sea for throats that thirst and sigh,
That song o'er which no singer's lids grew wet.

The Song-god--He the Sun-god--is no slave
Of thine: thy Hunter he, who for thy soul
Fledges his shaft: to no august control
Of thy skilled hand his quivered store he gave:
But if thy lips' loud cry leap to his smart,
The inspir'd recoil shall pierce thy brother's heart.

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2. The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 84. Farewell to the Glen
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 8. Love's Lovers

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