The Works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti Edited with Preface and Notes by William M. Rossetti: Revised and Enlarged Edition |
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 | The Works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti |  |
ANONYMOUS POEMS
I
Sonnet
A Lady laments for her lost Lover, by similitude of a Falcon
Alas for me, who loved a falcon well!So well I loved him, I was nearly dead:
Ever at my low call he bent his head,
And ate of mine, not much, but all that fell.
Now he has fled, how high I cannot tell,
Much higher now than ever he has fled,
And is in a fair garden housed and fed;
Another lady, alas! shall love him well.
O my own falcon whom I taught and rear'd!
Sweet bells of shining gold I gave to thee
That in the chase thou shouldst not be afeard.
Now thou hast risen like the risen sea,
Broken thy jesses loose, and disappear'd,
As soon as thou wast skilled in falconry.
497
II
Ballata
One speaks of the Beginning of his Love
This fairest one of all the stars, whose flame,For ever lit, my inner spirit fills,
Came to me first one day between the hills.
I wondered very much; but God the Lord
Said, “From Our Virtue, lo! this light is pour'd.”
So in a dream it seemed that I was led
By a great Master to a garden spread
With lilies underfoot and overhead.
III
Ballata
One speaks of his False Lady
When the last greyness dwells throughout the air,And the first star appears,
Appeared to me a lady very fair.
I seemed to know her well by her sweet air;
And, gazing, I was hers.
To honour her, I followed her: and then....
Ah! what thou givest, God give thee again,
Whenever thou remain'st as I remain.
IV
Ballata
One speaks of his Feigned and Real Love
For no love borne by me,
Neither because I care
To find that thou art fair,—
To give another pain I gaze on thee.
Neither because I care
To find that thou art fair,—
To give another pain I gaze on thee.
And now, lest such as thought that thou couldst move
My heart, should read this verse,
I will say here, another has my love.
An angel of the spheres
She seems, and I am hers;
Who has more gentleness
And owns a fairer face
Than any woman else,—at least, to me.
My heart, should read this verse,
I will say here, another has my love.
An angel of the spheres
She seems, and I am hers;
Who has more gentleness
And owns a fairer face
Than any woman else,—at least, to me.
Sweeter than any, more in all at ease,
Lighter and lovelier.
Not to disparage thee; for whoso sees
May like thee more than her.
This vest will one prefer,
And one another vest.
To me she seems the best,
And I am hers, and let what will be, be.
Lighter and lovelier.
Not to disparage thee; for whoso sees
May like thee more than her.
This vest will one prefer,
And one another vest.
To me she seems the best,
And I am hers, and let what will be, be.
For no love borne by me,
Neither because I care
To find that thou art fair,—
To give another pain, I gaze on thee.
Neither because I care
To find that thou art fair,—
To give another pain, I gaze on thee.
498
V
Ballata
Of True and False Singing
A little wild bird sometimes at my ear
Sings his own little verses very clear:
Others sing louder that I do not hear.
Sings his own little verses very clear:
Others sing louder that I do not hear.
For singing loudly is not singing well;
But ever by the song that's soft and low
The master-singer's voice is plain to tell.
Few have it and yet all are masters now,
And each of them can trill out what he calls
His ballads, canzonets, and madrigals.
But ever by the song that's soft and low
The master-singer's voice is plain to tell.
Few have it and yet all are masters now,
And each of them can trill out what he calls
His ballads, canzonets, and madrigals.
The world with masters is so covered o'er,
There is no room for pupils any more.
There is no room for pupils any more.
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