What smouldering senses in death's sick delay
Or seizure of malign vicissitude
Can rob this body of honour, or denude
This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?
For lo! even now my lady's lips did play
With these my lips such consonant interlude
As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed
The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.
I was a child beneath her touch, -- a man
When breast to breast we clung, even I and she, --
A spirit when her spirit looked through me, --
A god when all our life-breath met to fan
Our life-blood, till love's emulous ardours ran,
Fire within fire, desire in deity.
More verses by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- Pride Of Youth
- The Kiss
- On The Road To Waterloo: 17 October (En Vigilante, 2 Hours)
- On The Site Of A Mulberry-Tree; Planted By Wm. Shakspeare; Felled By The Rev. F. Gastrell
- Wellington's Funeral