Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dawn on the Night-Journey

TILL dawn the wind drove round me. It is past
And still, and leaves the air to lisp of bird,
And to the quiet that is almost heard
Of the new-risen day, as yet bound fast
In the first warmth of sunrise. When the last
Of the sun's hours to-day shall be fulfilled,
There shall another breath of time be stilled
For me, which now is to my senses cast
As much beyond me as eternity,
Unknown, kept secret. On the newborn air
The moth quivers in silence. It is vast,
Yea, even beyond the hills upon the sea,
The day whose end shall give this hour as sheer
As chaos to the irrevocable Past. 

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 99. Newborn Death - 1
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 26. Mid-Rapture
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 61. The Song-Throe
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute

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