Monday, May 12, 2008
In separate petals shed, each like a tear...
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
On his Last Sight of Fiammetta
Behold Fiammetta, shown in Vision here.
Gloom-girt 'mid Spring-flushed apple-growth she
And as she sways the branches with her hands,
Along her arm the sundered bloom falls sheer,
In separate petals shed, each like a tear;
While from the quivering bough the bird expands
His wings. And lo! thy spirit understands
Life shaken and shower'd and flown, and Death
All stirs with change. Her garments beat the air:
The angel circling round her aureole
Shimmers in flight against the tree's grey bole:
While she, with reassuring eyes most fair,
A presage and a promise stands; as 'twere
On Death's dark storm the rainbow of the Soul.
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