Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 83. Barren Spring

Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:
And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,
And now before and now again behind
Stoops as it swoops, with check that laughs and burns,--
So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns
No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd
With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,
And whom to-day the Spring no more concerns.

Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;
This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part
To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.
Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,
Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem
The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 40. Severed Selves
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 33. Venus Victrix
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 37. The Love-Moon
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 90. «Retro Me, Sathana!»

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