OH how the family affections combat
Within this heart, and each hour flings a bomb at
My burning soul! Neither from owl nor from bat
Can peace be gained until I clasp my wombat.
More verses by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
- The Lady’s Lament
- The Day-Dream
- The House Of Life: 97. A Superscription
- The House Of Life: 41. Through Death To Love
- Three Shadows