Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

The House of Life. Sonnet 16. A Day of Love

Those envied places which do know her well,
And are so scornful of this lonely place,
Even now for once are emptied of her grace:
Nowhere but here she is: and while Love's spell
From his predominant presence doth compel
All alien hours, an outworn populace;
The hours of Love fill full the echoing space
With sweet confederate music favourable.

Now many memories make solicitous
The delicate love-lines of her mouth, till, lit
With quivering fire, the words take wing from it;
As here between our kisses we sit thus
Speaking of things remembered, and so sit
Speechless while things forgotten call to us.

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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