Dante Gabriel Rossetti (Данте Габриэль Россетти)

The Mirror

SHE knew it not:—most perfect pain
To learn: this too she knew not. Strife
For me, calm hers, as from the first.
'Twas but another bubble burst
Upon the curdling draught of life,—
My silent patience mine again.
As who, of forms that crowd unknown
Within a distant mirror's shade,
Deems such an one himself, and makes
Some sign; but when the image shakes
No whit, he finds his thought betray'd,
And must seek elsewhere for his own. 

Dante Gabriel Rossetti’s other poems:

  1. The House of Life. Sonnet 17. Beauty’s Pageant
  2. The Staff and Scrip
  3. The House of Life. Sonnet 35. The Lamp’s Shrine
  4. The House of Life. Sonnet 92. The Sun’s Shame – 1
  5. The House of Life. Sonnet 21. Love-Sweetness

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Alan Milne (Алан Милн) The Mirror (“Between the woods the afternoon”)

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