Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 93. The Sun's Shame - 2

As some true chief of men, bowed down with stress
Of life's disastrous eld, on blossoming youth
May gaze, and murmur with self-pity and ruth,--
"Might I thy fruitless treasure but possess,
Such blessing of mine all coming years should bless";--
Then sends one sigh forth to the unknown goal,
And bitterly feels breathe against his soul
The hour swift-winged of nearer nothingness:

Even so the World's gray Soul to the green World
Perchance one hour must cry: "Woe's me, for whom
Inveteracy of ill portends the doom,
Whose heart's old fire in shadow of shame is furl'd:
While thou even as of yore art journeying,
All soulless now, yet merry with the Spring!"

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 8. Love's Lovers
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 99. Newborn Death - 1
4. The Staff and Scrip
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 40. Severed Selves

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