Τετάρτη, 27 Μαΐου 2015

Adieu by Dante Gabriel Rossetti













My beloved is mine and I am his. 

Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: 

For thy love is better than wine.
She shall be brought unto the king in raiment of 

needlework: the virgins that be her fellows shall 

bear her company, and shall be brought unto thee.















Adieu


WAVING whispering trees,
What do you say to the breeze
And what says the breeze to you?
'Mid passing souls ill at ease,
Moving murmuring trees,
Would ye ever wave an Adieu?
Tossing turbulent seas,
Winds that wrestle with these,
Echo heard in the shell,—
'Mid fleeting life ill at ease,
Restless ravening seas,—
Would the echo sigh Farewell?
Surging sumptuous skies,
For ever a new surprise,
Clouds eternally new,—
Is every flake that flies,
Widening wandering skies,
For a sign—Farewell, Adieu?
Sinking suffering heart
That know'st how weary thou art,—
Soul so fain for a flight,—
Aye, spread your wings to depart,
Sad soul and sorrowing heart,—
Adieu, Farewell, Good-night.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti :

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