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![]() by Dante Gabriel Rossetti; from Faxon p. 144 |
But this I know: it did but pass. It passed away with sunny May, With all sweet things it passed away, And left me old, and cold, and grey" I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved Alone and nothing said. ... I broke it at a blow, I laid it cold
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Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers There we shall not counter the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain
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the luscious fruits
--16 kinds in the first 14 lines! a lot more various than the Apple
of Eden,
--as commodities, as female sexuality,
"One had a cat's face,/ One whisked a tail,/ One tramped
at a rat's pace,/ One crawled like a snail,/
One like a wombat prolweldge obtuse and furry,/ One like
a ratel tumbled hurry skurry./
She heard a voice like voice of doves/
Cooing all together: /They sounded kind and full of loves/ In hte
pleasant weather." (underline added)