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Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti


The Woodspurge


The wind flapp'd loose, the wind was still,
Shaken out dead from tree and hill:
I had walk'd on at the wind's will,--
I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,--
My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!
My hair was over in the grass,
My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the run
Of some ten weeds to fix upon;
Among those few, out of the sun,
The woodspurge flower'd, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not be
Wisdom or even memory:
One thing then learnt remains to me,--
The woodspurge has a cup of three. 



Dante Gabriel Rossetti


Dante Gabriel Rossetti's other poems:
  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 39. Sleepless Dreams
  2. The House of Life. Sonnet 3. Love's Testament
  3. The Staff and Scrip
  4. The House of Life. Sonnet 72. The Choice - 2
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 20. Gracious Moonlight


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