DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI.

1828-1882.

_A LITTLE WHILE._

A little while a little love

The hour yet bears for thee and me

Who have not drawn the veil to see

If still our heaven be lit above.

Thou merely, at the day's last sigh,

Hast felt thy soul prolong the tone;

And I have heard the night-wind cry

And deemed its speech mine own.

A little while a little love

The scattering autumn hoards for us

Whose bower is not yet ruinous

Nor quite unleaved our songless grove.

Only across the shaken boughs

We hear the flood-tides seek the sea,

And deep in both our hearts they rouse

One wail for thee and me.

A little while a little love

May yet be ours who have not said

The word it makes our eyes afraid

To know that each is thinking of.

Not yet the end: be our lips dumb

In smiles a little season yet:

I 'll tell thee, when the end is come,

How we may best forget.

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_SUDDEN LIGHT._

I have been here before,

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,--

How long ago I may not know:

But just when at that swallow's soar

Your neck turned so,

Some veil did fall,--I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?

And shall not thus time's eddying flight

Still with our lives our loves restore

In death's despite,

And day and night yield one delight once more?

_THREE SHADOWS._

I looked and saw your eyes

In the shadow of your hair,

As a traveller sees the stream

In the shadow of the wood;

And I said, "My faint heart sighs,

Ah me! to linger there,

To drink deep and to dream

In that sweet solitude."

I looked and saw your heart

In the shadow of your eyes,

As a seeker sees the gold

In the shadow of the stream;

And I said, "Ah, me! what art

Should win the immortal prize,

Whose want must make life cold

And Heaven a hollow dream?"

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I looked and saw your love

In the shadow of your heart,

As a diver sees the pearl

In the shadow of the sea;

And I murmured, not above

My breath, but all apart,--

"Ah! you can love, true girl,

And is your love for me?"

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