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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)


The Honeysuckle


I PLUCKED a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd,
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
Thence to a richer growth I came,
Where, nursed in mellow intercourse,
The honeysuckles sprang by scores,
Not harried like my single stem,
All virgin lamps of scent and dew.
So from my hand that first I threw,
Yet plucked not any more of them. 



Dante Gabriel Rossetti's other poems:
  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
  2. The House of Life. Sonnet 51. Willowwood - 3
  3. The House of Life. Sonnet 89. The Trees of the Garden
  4. The Staff and Scrip
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 33. Venus Victrix


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