Sonnets XCIX: C: Newborn Death (Dante Gabriel Rossetti Poems)
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
ITo-day Death seems to me an infant childWhich her worn mother Life upon my kneeHas set to grow my friend ...
As the child knows not if his mother's faceBe fair; nor of his elders yet can deemWhat each most is; ...
As growth of form or momentary glanceIn a child's features will recall to mindThe father's with the mother's face combin'd,-Sweet ...
The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said; The recent buds relax and spread, Their greenness is ...
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