Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription
Document Title: Ballads and Sonnets (1881), proof Signature C (Delaware Museum,
fragment with corrections of second revise)
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of publication: 1881 April 13
Publisher: F. S. Ellis
Printer: Chiswick Press, C. Whittingham and Co.
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Go to her, mother,
Even thou, yea thou and none other,
Thou, from the Beryl:
Her fee must thou take her,
Her fee that We send, and make her
Even in this hour
, her sin's unsheltered avower.
Whose steed did neigh,
At her gate before it was day?
Lo! where doth hover
The soul of her lover?
She sealed his doom, she, she was the sworn
Whose eyes were so wondrous wise,
Yet blind, ah! blind to his peril!
For stole not We in
Through a love-linked sin,
'Gainst whom all powers at war with ours are
Fire-spirits of dread desire,
We whose home is the Beryl?
Pale Rose Mary, what shall be done
- With a rose that Mary weeps upon?”
- “Mother, let it fall from the tree,
- And never walk where the strewn leaves be
- Till winds have passed and the path is free.”
- “Sad Rose Mary, what shall be done
- With a cankered flower beneath the sun?”
- “Mother, let it wait for the night;
- Be sure its shame shall be out of sight
10Ere the moon pale or the east grow light.”
- “Lost Rose Mary, what shall be done
- With a heart that is but a broken one?”
- “Mother, let it lie where it must;
- The blood was drained with the bitter thrust,
- And dust is all that sinks in the dust.”
- “Poor Rose Mary, what shall I do,—
- I, your mother, that lovèd you?”
- “O my mother, and is love gone?
- Then seek you another love anon:
20Who cares what shame shall lean upon?”
- Low drooped trembling Rose Mary,
- Then up as though in a dream stood she.
- “Come, my heart, it is time to go;
- This is the hour that has whispered low
- When thy pulse quailed in the nights we know.
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