DanteGabrielRossetti
Yourhandslieopeninthelongfreshgrass,—
Thefinger-pointslookthroughlikerosyblooms:
'Neathbillowingskiesthatscatterandamass.
Allroundournest, farastheeyecanpass,
Aregoldenkingcup-fieldswithsilveredge
Wherethecow-parsleyskirtsthehawthorn-hedge.
'Tisvisiblesilence, stillasthehour-glass.
Deepinthesun-searchedgrowthsthedragon-fly
Hangslikeablue-threadloosenedfromthesky;
Sothiswing'dhourisdropttousfromabove.
Oh!Claspwetoourhearts, fordeathlessdower,
Thisclose-companionedinarticulatehour
Whentwo-foldsilencewasthesongoflove.
