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DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI
Gone art thou, then, O mystical musician!
Pure thoughted singer of these sinful years!
No more shall dreams and doubts and hopes and fears
Pass and re-pass before thy stricken vision;
No more from thine high sorrowing position
Shall fall thy song—irradiated tears;
Alas! no more against our listening ears
Shall new lays ring from thy lone lute Elysian.
For unto thee at last has rest been given,
Whether in sleep eternal by the shore
Pure thoughted singer of these sinful years!
No more shall dreams and doubts and hopes and fears
Pass and re-pass before thy stricken vision;
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Shall fall thy song—irradiated tears;
Alas! no more against our listening ears
Shall new lays ring from thy lone lute Elysian.
For unto thee at last has rest been given,
Whether in sleep eternal by the shore
Of Time's wide ocean, or in song without
Or break or flaw, by the gold bar of that heaven,
From which the blessed Damosel leaned out,
Sighing for thee in the sad days of yore.
Or break or flaw, by the gold bar of that heaven,
From which the blessed Damosel leaned out,
Sighing for thee in the sad days of yore.
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