Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription

Document Title: Rose Mary (corrected holograph fragment, Bancroft Collection)
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of Composition: 1871; 1879
Type of Manuscript: holograph corrected copy
Scribe: DGR

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  • Tall Rose Mary was little May—
  • Still & tall from merry & small—
  • When first she read the starry way
  • By the magic crystal's dark soothsay;
  • For the spheres hold in a crystal ball.
  • Her the stars for their seër chose;
  • Pure must be whoever would see;
  • And well I deem that never a rose
  • More pure in Mary's garden blows
  • 10Than the little maiden Rose Mary.

  • Tall Rose Mary, come to my side;
  • ( Water-willow & wellaway,)
  • Added TextA perilous road your knight must ride;
  • And So read the stars if you'd be a bride ,
  • To say which road your knight must ride
  • ( With a wind blown night & day.)
  • Daughter, thrice to your mother's call,
  • ( The willow's wan & the water white,)
  • Since you were a maiden sweet & small,
  • You' d ve read the stars in the crystal ball,
  • 20( With a wind blown day & night.)
  • Oft Thrice therein for our own hearts' heed,
  • ( The willows wave on the waterway)
  • Your father & I would/have bid/have thou so bade you read:
  • To-day it shall let it be for your love's need.
  • ( With a wind blown night & day.)
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Note: At the upper left of the page the text is written over a pencil sketch of part of a face.
Manuscript Addition: (Rose Mary)
Editorial Description: Pencil notation in another hand along the right margin
Manuscript Addition: p 2
Editorial Description: Pagination at upper right in another hand
Editorial Description: DGR has written the numbers 4, 1, 2, 3 beside the first refrain lines in each of the four stanza at the lower half of the page, perhaps as a direction for a repetition pattern should he have kept to this prosodic scheme (which he did not).
  • Twas With cloud above and wave around
  • And fast/deep at the core the globe's heart bound/heart of fire at the center found/The [?]
    Added TextA The WIthcentral fire at the globe's heart bound wound
  • Like the last day prisoned underground
  • Filmed Freaked it was like as the light/thin spring's foam -froth's bubble's ball—
  • 30Rainbow- hued/veiled with a radiant hued through a [?]/shifting/gleaming/[?] misty pall
  • Like the middle light of the waterfall.

  • Tomorrow, child, at break of day,
  • To Holy Cross he fares on his way,
  • Your knight, Sir James of Heron's Hay.
  • Ere yet your wedding-feast befall,
  • For sin that held him erst in thrall
  • He seeks the high confessional.

  • The lady lifted upheld the crystal sphere
  • ( Lost love-morrow & love-fellow)
  • 40Round it was as the sun's compeer,
  • Our earth that caps & turns whelms the year
  • ( And love's life lying low.)
  • Girt it was with a [?] scriptured rune,
  • ( Lost love-labour & lullaby)
  • With shimmering shadow stirred & strewn
  • Like the cloud-nest of the wading moon.
  • ( And lowly as let love must lie. )
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  • Filmed/[?] Filmed it was as with sprays/oer mists/moon's/the sprays the sprays that furl
  • ( Love low laden Lost love-longing and life sorrow)
  • 50 Centered deep Rainbow-hued with fire & flower of pearl
  • Like the hollow heart middle light of the waterwhirl
  • ( And love's life lying low.)
  • Ribbed it was as the sunk caves be;
  • ( Like love longing Love-lorn labour and life laid by .)
  • A thousand years it lay in the sea
  • With a treasure wrecked from Thessaly
  • ( And lowly let love lie.)
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Manuscript Addition: (Rose Mary)
Editorial Description: Pencil notation in another hand along the right margin
  • “Pale Rose Mary, what shall should be done
  • With a rose that Mary weeps upon?”
  • Why let fall the bloom fall dumb/fall dumb from the tree/Why let fall the rose from the tree
  • Added Text
  • Mother, let it fall from the tree
  • And never walk where the strewn spoils leaves be
  • Till winds have passed & the path is free.”
  • “Sad Rose Mary, what shall be done
  • With a face that m ay ust not see 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 fall/die lie where it must;
  • The drained blood has left but the hollow crust was drained by with the bitter thrust ,
  • And dust is all that sinks in the dust
  • Poor Rose Mary, what shall I do,
  • I, your mother, who that lovèd you?
  • O, my mother, & is love gone?
  • Then seek you another love anon:
  • 20My shame has a mate death to lean upon.
  • Low drooped trembling Rose Mary,
  • But tall again to her feet rose Then up as though in a dream stood she.
  • If love be hence & scorn be here/come
    Added TextCome, my heart, it [?]is time to go,
  • Poor heart, the journey is burdensome
    Added TextThis is the hour that was stricken slow
  • With thy blood's pulse in the night we know/ Yet there's one heart shall yield thee a home When thy pulse throbbed quailed in the nights we know.
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Manuscript Addition: (Rose Mary)
Editorial Description: Pencil notation in another hand along the right margin
  • O my shame, it is known, known, known shown, shown, shown!
  • Come back, dear love, or I die alone!
  • O Lord God, one are we, and thine!
  • As for one soul, be it his and mine,
  • 30The shrift he bears from the holy shrine!
  • Ah me! as yet but a day apart!—
  • Three days more!—she said to her heart.
  • Yet God be thanked that I still could see!
  • His death by heaven's help shall not be;
  • Nor your scorn, mother, yield bring death to me
    Added TextBut shall I live till he come to me?
  • Tell me, mother O my heart, & where shall I hide
  • The bridegroom's choice/mate choice till she be a bride?
  • Through what thorn-brake, in what dusky gloam,
  • To what wind's wail shall my footsteps roam,
  • 40Till my wedding-music fetch me home?
  • Lost perchance but not sad & pale
    Added TextTall she stood, with a flame in her eye
  • She stood a minute & did not quail
    Added TextAnd a cheek to burn her heart-strings by.
  • 'Twas the lightning-flash o'er sky & plain
  • Ere labouring thunders heave the chain
  • From the floodgates of the drowning rain.
  • The lady watched her, pallid & still chill,
  • As a hurt thing that she yet must kill;
  • Then rose the tears that she might which no will not stem;
  • The mother clung to the daughter's hem
  • 50And all the stormtide burst on them.
  • Heart to heart & face against face
  • They shook therelocked in a lone embrace
  • As the sky's moon & the water's moon
  • Neath cloud & wave to the wind's one tune
  • Shake in wild hours while of the night's at mid-noon.
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Editorial Description: Pencil notation next to lines 20-21, which are here transcribed as a single line.
  • 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 sterile,—
  • Woe! must We behold this mother
  • Find grace in her dead child's face, & doubt of none other
  • But that perfect pardon, alas! hath assured God's her guerdon?
  • Woe! must We behold this daughter,
  • 10Made clean/free clean from the sorrow of sin/ God's own decree the soil of sin wherewith We had fraught her,
  • Shake off a man's blood like water?
  • Write up her story
  • On the Gate of Heaven's glory,
  • As Whom there We behold her so fair in shining apparel,
  • And beneath us her the ruin
  • Of our own undoing!
  • Alas, the Beryl!
  • We had for a foeman
  • But one weak woman;
  • 20In one day's strife, We made her to loathe Her all hope fell dead from her life;
  • And yet no iron,
  • Her soul to environ,
  • Could this manslayer, this false soothsayer imperil
  • Lo, where she bows
  • In the Holy House!
  • Who now shall dissever a the/ her soul from her bliss/its joy its joy for ever,
  • While every ditty
  • Of love and plentiful pity
  • 30Fills the bright White City,
  • And the floor of Heaven to her feet for ever is given?
  • Added TextHark, a voice cries “Flee!”
  • Woe! woe! what shelter have We,
  • Whose pangs begin
  • With God's grace to sin,
  • For whose spent powers the immortal hours are sterile,
  • Gyre-circling spirits of fire,
  • We, cast forth from the Beryl?
Electronic Archive Edition: 1
Source File: 29-1871.delms.rad.xml
Copyright: Digital images courtesy of the Delaware Art Museum, Samuel and Mary R. Bancroft Collection.