Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The Day-Dream

THE thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
From when the robin 'gainst the unhidden blue
Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core,
The embowered throstle's urgent wood-notes soar
Through summer silence. Still the leaves come new;
Yet never rosy-sheathed as those which drew
Their spiral tongues from spring-buds heretofore.
Within the branching shade of Reverie
Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be
Like woman's budding day-dream spirit-fann'd.
Lo! tow'rd deep skies, not deeper than her look,
She dreams; till now on her forgotten book
Drops the forgotten blossom from her hand. 

1. To Thomas Woolner
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 23. Love's Baubles
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 70. The Hill Summit
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp's Shrine
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 32. Equal Troth

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