Poems by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Two separate divided silences,
Which, brought together, would find loving voice;
Two glance...

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, --
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:...

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
T...

What of her glass without her? The blank grey
There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
...

Piled deep below the screening apple-branch
They lie with bitter apples in their hands:
And so...