Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription
Document Title: Ballads and Sonnets (1881), proof Signature F (Delaware Museum, second revise
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of publication: 1881 April 14
Publisher: F. S. Ellis
Printer: Chiswick Press, C. Whittingham and Co.
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Manuscript Addition: 3
Editorial Description: Printer's proof-sequence number in upper left corner.
Manuscript Addition: [Charles Whittingham and Chiswick Press Printer's Stamp, dated 14 Apr. 81]
Editorial Description: Stamped at upper left.
Manuscript Addition: Beryl-Song (overpage) / 5 lines of this should be / on this page,
beginning as / marked.
Editorial Description: DGR's note to the printer
- “Though naught for the poor corpse lying here
- Remain to-day but the cold white bier,
- But burial-chaunt and bended knee,
- But sighs and tears that heaviest be,
- But rent rose-flower and rosemary.”
We, cast forth from the Beryl,
Gyre-circling spirits of fire,
Whose pangs begin
With God's grace to sin,
For whose spent powers the immortal hours are
Woe! must We behold this mother
Find grace in her dead child's face, and doubt of
But that perfect pardon, alas! hath assured her
Woe! must We behold this daughter,
Made clean from the soil of sin wherewith We had
- An instant shriek that sprang to the shock
- As the ship's keel felt the sunken rock.
90'Tis said that afar—a shrill strange sigh—
- The King's ships heard it and knew not why.
- Pale Fitz-Stephen stood by the helm
- 'Mid all those folk that the waves must whelm.
- A great King's heir for the waves to whelm,
- And the helpless pilot pale at the helm!
- The ship was eager and sucked athirst,
- By the stealthy stab of the sharp reef pierc'd:
- And like the moil round a sinking cup,
- The waters against her crowded up.
100A moment the pilot's senses spin,—
- The next he snatched the Prince 'mid the din,
- Cut the boat loose, and the youth leaped in.
- A few friends leaped with him, standing near.
- “Row! the sea's smooth and the night is clear!”
- “What! none to be saved but these and I?”
- “Row, row as you'd live! All here must die!”
- Out of the churn of the choking ship,
- Which the gulf grapples and the waves strip,
- They struck with the strained oars' flash and dip.
110'Twas then o'er the splitting bulwarks' brim
- The Prince's sister screamed to him.
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