Dream-Love (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Young Love lies dreaming; But who shall tell the dream? A perfect sunlight On rustling forest tips; Or perfect moonlight Upon a rippling stream; Or perfect silence, Or song of cherished lips. continue reading
Genius In Beauty (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime, -- Not Michael's hand furrowing the zones of time... continue reading
Insomnia (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Thin are the night-skirts left behind By daybreak hours that onward creep, And thin, alas! the shred of sleep That wavers with the spirit's wind... continue reading
Kiss, The (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) What smouldering senses in death's sick delay Or seizure of malign vicissitude Can rob this body of honour, or denude This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day? continue reading
Little While, A (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) 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... continue reading
Love Lily (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Brows, hands, and lips, heart, mind, and voice, Kisses and words of Love-Lily,-- Oh! bid me with your joy rejoice Til riotous longing rest in me! continue reading
Love Lily (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Between the hands, between the brows, Between the lips of Love-Lily, A spirit is born whose birth endows My blood with fire to burn through me continue reading
Love-Sweetness (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head In gracious fostering union garlanded... continue reading
Lovesight (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) When do I see thee most, beloved one? When in the light the spirits of mine eyes Before thy face, their altar, solemnize The worship of that Love through thee made known? continue reading
Nuptial Sleep (by: Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1828 - 1882)) At length their long kiss severed, with sweet smart: And as the last slow sudden drops are shed From sparkling eaves when all the storm has fled, So singly flagged the pulses of each heart. continue reading
