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Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)


The House of Life. Sonnet 86. Lost Days


The lost days of my life until to-day,
What were they, could I see them on the street
Lie as they fell? Would they be ears of wheat
Sown once for food but trodden into clay?
Or golden coins squandered and still to pay?
Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet?
Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat
The throats of men in Hell, who thirst alway?

I do not see them here; but after death
God knows I know the faces I shall see,
Each one a murdered self, with low last breath.
'I am thyself,--what hast thou done to me?'
And I--and I--thyself,' (lo! each one saith)
'And thou thyself to all eternity!'



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 House of Life. Sonnet 25. Winged Hours
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 87. Death's Songsters


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