The hour which might have been yet might not be, Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore Yet whereof life was barren, — on what shore Bides … - Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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The hour which might have been yet might not be,
Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore
Yet whereof life was barren, — on what shore
Bides it the breaking of Time's weary sea?
Bondchild of all consummate joys set free,
It somewhere sighs and serves, and mute before
The house of Love, hears through the echoing door
His hours elect in choral consonancy.

But lo! what wedded souls now hand in hand
Together tread at last the immortal strand
With eyes where burning memory lights love home?
Lo! how the little outcast hour has turned
And leaped to them and in their faces yearned: — 'I am your child: O parents, ye have come!

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About Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Dante Gabriel Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 10 April 1882) was an English poet, painter and translator.

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Alternative Names: Dante G. Rossetti D. G. Rossetti Dante Rossetti Dante Gabriel Rosetti D. G. Rosetti Gabriel Charles Rossetti Dante Gabriel Charles Rossetti Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti Rossetti Rosseti d.g. rossetti Charles Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die. Surely the earth, that's wise being very old, Needs not our help. Then loose me, love, and hold Thy sultry hair up from my face; that I May pour for thee this golden wine, brim-high, Till round the glass thy fingers glow like gold. We'll drown all hours: thy song, while hours are toll'd, Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky.

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