DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI (1828-1882) THE BLESSED DAMOZEL The blessed damozel leaned out And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, Herseemed she scarce had been a day (To one, it is ten years of years. Surely she leaned o'er me-her hair It was the rampart of God's house By God built over the sheer depth So high, that looking downward thence It lies in Heaven, across the flood Beneath, the tides of day and night Around her, lovers, newly met 'Mid deathless love's acclaims, Spoke evermore among themselves Their heart-remembered names; And the souls mounting up to God Went by her like thin flames. Little brother?" (O Mother, Mary Mother, 195 (OMother, Mary Mother, Alas, alas, between Hell and Heaven!) No, never joined, between Hell and Heaven!) "He yields you these and craves full fain, Sister Helen, 156 "He cries to you, kneeling in the road, Sister Helen, To go with him for the love of God!" "Blest hour of my power and her despair, His dying knell, between Hell and Heaven!) Little brother!" 215 (O Mother, Mary Mother, "Alas! but I fear the heavy sound, Sister Helen; Is it in the sky or in the ground?" 255 Hour blest and banned, between Hell and Heaven!) “Pale, pale her cheeks, that in pride did "Say, have they turned their horses round, glow, Little brother?" |