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The Woodspurge

HE wind flapped loose, the wind was still,

Shaken out dead from tree and hill:

I had walked on at the wind's will,—I sat now, for the wind was still.

Between my knees my forehead was,—My lips, drawn in, said not Alas!

My hair was over in the grass,

My naked ears heard the day pass.

My eyes, wide open, had the

Of some ten weeds to fix upon;

Among those few, out of the sun,

The woodspurge flowered, three cups in one.

From perfect grief there need not

Wisdom or even memory:

One thing then learnt remains to me,—The woodspurge has a cup of three.

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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Gabriel Charles Dante Rossetti (12 May 1828 – 9 April 1882), generally known as Dante Gabriel Rossetti (/rəˈzɛti/),[1] was an English poet, illu…
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