Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The House of Life. Sonnet 49. Willowwood - 1

I sat with Love upon a woodside well,
Leaning across the water, I and he;
Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,
But touched his lute wherein was audible
The certain secret thing he had to tell:
Only our mirrored eyes met silently
In the low wave; and that sound came to be
The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell.

And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers;
And with his foot and with his wing-feathers
He swept the spring that watered my heart's drouth.
Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair,
And as I stooped, her own lips rising there
Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.

1. The House of Life. Sonnet 14. Youth's Spring-Tribute
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 8. Love's Lovers
3. The House of Life. Sonnet 99. Newborn Death - 1
4. The Staff and Scrip
5. The House of Life. Sonnet 38. The Morrow's Message

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