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AT THE GRAVE OF DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI.
April 9th, 1883.
Here of a truth the world's extremes are met:
Amid the grey—the moss-grown tombs of those
Who led long lives obscure till came the close
When, their calm days being done, their suns were set—
Here stands a grave, all monumentless yet,
Wrapt like the others in a deep repose;
But while yon wakeful ocean ebbs and flows
It is a grave the world shall not forget—
Amid the grey—the moss-grown tombs of those
Who led long lives obscure till came the close
When, their calm days being done, their suns were set—
Here stands a grave, all monumentless yet,
Wrapt like the others in a deep repose;
But while yon wakeful ocean ebbs and flows
It is a grave the world shall not forget—
This grave on which meek violets grow and thyme,
Summer's fair heralds; and a stranger now
Pauses to see a poet's resting-place,
But one of those who will in many a clime
On each return of this sad day avow
Fond love's regret that ne'er they saw his face.
Summer's fair heralds; and a stranger now
Pauses to see a poet's resting-place,
But one of those who will in many a clime
On each return of this sad day avow
Fond love's regret that ne'er they saw his face.
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