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. The House of Life. Sonnet 48. Death-in-Love
2. Almost Over
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 15. The Birth-Bond
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 9. Passion and Worship
5. A Sea-Spell

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