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				        <title>The House of Life (composite manuscript posthumously arranged, Fitzwilliam Museum)</title>
				        <author>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</author>
				
				
			      </titlestmt>
			      <editionstmt>
				        <edition>1</edition>
				        <copyright>Fitzwilliam Museum, Cambridge</copyright>
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				        <citnstruct>
					          <title>The House of Life Sonnets./ Dante Gabriel Rossetti M.S.</title>
					          <author>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</author>
					          <msprod>
						            <date>1845 - 1881</date>
						            <type>Various, some draft, some fair copy, not all DGR holographs; see Introduction</type>
						            <assign/>
						            <collation>6 initial blank leaves, 119 numbered leaves comprising the text, five final blank leaves. Most of the versos are blank.</collation>
						            <note/>
					          </msprod>
					          <scribe>DGR; May Morris; Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          <corrector>DGR</corrector>
					          <provenance>
						            <location>Fitzwilliam Museum</location>
						            <recnum/>
						            <note>The MSS were given to Charles Fairfax Murray by DGR; the volume was acquired by the Fitwilliam Museum from the Sotheby's sale of some of Murray's library in 1919.</note>
					          </provenance>
					          <physicaldesc>
						            <binding>
							              <cover>green leather</cover>
							              <endpapers>marbled paper</endpapers>
						            </binding>
						            <paper>9x8 inch leaves (for the Murray notebook), but with various sizes for the individual MSS pasted into the notebook</paper>
						            <watermark>J. Whatman, dated 1883 and 1884 (for the Murray notebook), and with various other watermarks on individual MSS pasted into the notebook</watermark>
						            <note>For sizes of individual MS leaves see the page notes for the particular leaves.</note>
					          </physicaldesc>
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			      <commentaries>
				        <head>Commentary</head>
				        <section type="intro">
					          <head>Introduction</head>
					          <p>This 119-page text of DGR's &#8220;<xref doc="a.44-1869.raw">
							              <title level="wrk">House of Life</title>
						            </xref>&#8221; sonnets is a composite construction. It consists mostly of original DGR MSS (draft and fair copy both) as well as copies made by May Morris and by Charles Fairfax
						Murray. Murray pasted the DGR and May Morris copies into a notebook sometime after 1883 (the notebook consists of paper watermarked 1883 and 1884), probably in the mid-1880s. Murray's
						copies of several sonnets are written on the notebook pages, while the DGR and May Morris copies are pasted in, usually on the stubs of notebook pages that have been cut away. The May
						Morris copies date from the period when DGR was preparing press copy of the 1881 volume of <hi rend="i">
							              <title level="doc">
								                <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">Ballads and Sonnets</xref>
							              </title>
						            </hi>. Thus the text represents a process of construction that extends over many years. The notebook contains autograph MSS that were written as early as the late 1840s and as late as
						1881. The book is a conscious attempt by Murray to reconstruct a MS text of the sonnet sequence out of the MSS that Murray had in his possession. Most had been given to him by DGR in
						1869-70, when Murray helped DGR see the 1870 <hi rend="i">
							              <title level="doc">
								                <xref doc="a.1-1870.raw">Poems</xref>
							              </title>
						            </hi> volume through the press. But Murray received the May Morris copies after 1881 -- perhaps from Morris, perhaps from DGR.</p>
					          <p>Not all the texts in the manuscript are &#8220;House of Life&#8221; sonnets, however. A few other texts and text fragments are incorporated because they are written on
						&#8220;House of Life&#8221; sonnet manuscript pages. The collection is also notable for the three drawings it contains.</p>
				        </section>
				        <section type="texthistcomp">
					          <head>Textual History: Composition</head>
					          <p>The manuscripts date from many different periods. The earliest MSS are holograph and date from the late 1840s. Other holographs comprise three distinct groups: one from 1869-70, another
						from 1870-73, and a third from 1880-81. The May Morris copies were made in 1880-81 and the Charles Fairfax Murray copies were made when the volume was constructed by him (in the mid-1880s)
						from the MSS in his possession into a MS text of &#8220;<title level="wrk">The House of Life</title>&#8221; sonnet sequence based on the 1881 text (but including sonnet 6a,
							&#8220;<xref doc="a.5-1869.raw">
							              <title level="wrk">Nuptial Sleep</title>
						            </xref>,&#8221; which was not included in the 1881 sequence). Many of the MSS were acquired by Murray when he was making copies of the poems for DGR in the fall of 1869. Later, in
						1880, DGR worked with May Morris as copyist to construct a printer's copy for the 1881 text of &#8220;<xref doc="a.22-1881.raw">
							              <title level="wrk">The House of Life</title>
						            </xref>&#8221; as it appeared in his <hi rend="i">
							              <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">
								                <title level="doc">Ballads and Sonnets</title>
							              </xref>
						            </hi> volume. The pagination (1-119) is uniformly given in small arabic numerals (upper right corner of each recto page); these appear to have been added by Murray. Many of the individual
						sonnet manuscripts bear other numbers which indicate DGR's efforts to define an order for the sonnets in the different printings of 1869, 1870, and 1881. Some of these numbers are by
						Charles Fairfax Murray, and others appear to be by the printers as they tried to keep up with DGR's evolving and changing order for the sonnets.</p>
				        </section>
				        <section type="texthistrev">
					          <head>Textual History: Revision</head>
					          <p>The MS volume has numerous levels of revision that correspond to the heteroglot character of the MSS comprising the volume. Some date back to the 1840s, some are as late as 1881, and many
						others fall at various points in between those termini.</p>
				        </section>
				        <section type="prodhist">
					          <head>Production History</head>
					          <p>This bound notebook volume of 119 leaves has various manuscript and two printed (proof) texts either written directly on the notebook leaves or (as separate small pieces of paper) pasted
						on the notebook sheets. All are in the approximate order of the sonnets as they appeared in the 1881 volume <hi rend="i">
							              <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">
								                <title level="doc">Ballads and Sonnets</title>
							              </xref>
						            </hi>. Most of the manuscripts are holograph, but there are copies by May Morris and by Charles Fairfax Murray, who put the volume together after DGR's death in the mid-1880s. The
						manuscripts are typically pasted on the recto pages, with the opposite versos of the previous leaves being left blank. But often these blank leaves have a manuscript or other material.</p>
					          <p>Of the DGR holographs, virtually all are gathered here from several notebooks of the kind that DGR typically used for his poetry. The texts of individual sonnets are on notebook leaves
						that were torn or cut away from these notebooks. Analysis of the paper reveals that four distinct notebooks were involved:<list>
							              <item>1. A notebook containing transcripts written in 1880-81, all DGR holograph. All are from paper watermarked &#8220;<quote>J. Allen &amp; Sons/ Super
								Fine.</quote>&#8221; This comprises the following pages from the Murray MS: leaves 1-7, 10, 12, 31-33, 38, 42, 46, 49, 51, 68, 81, 103, 106, 110.</item>
							              <item>2. A different notebook of texts containing DGR transcripts made between 1870-1881. This notebook originally contained both DGR holographs as well as all of the May Morris copies
								made in 1880-81. The paper is watermarked &#8220;<quote>J. Allen &amp; Sons/ Super Fine.</quote>&#8221; This comprises the following pages from the Murray MS: leaves
								9, 16-18, 21-22, 24-25, 27, 29, 34-37, 39-40, 47-48, 50, 62-63, 65-67, 69-72, 74-75, 78, 80, 89(?), 90, 91, 93, 97-98, 107, 111-112, 114.</item>
							              <item>3. A notebook, all DGR holographs, containing texts written and transcribed mostly in 1869. The paper is watermarked &#8220;<quote>B &amp; H/ Superfine/
								Kent</quote>&#8221;. These texts comprise the following pages of the Murray MS: 44-45, 57-61, 76-77, 82, 87-88, 92, 94-95, 102, 104, 108, 113.</item>
							              <item>4. A notebook containing DGR holographs of (mostly) early poems. Paper unwatermarked; the transcripts are early, dating from the 1850s. The Murray MS pages corresponding to these
								texts are: leaves 8, 19, 55-56, 79, 83, 85, 86, 109, 117.</item>
						            </list>
					          </p>
					          <p>In addition, four other groups of poems can be distinguished by their paper. The first three are DGR copies, the fourth is the group of texts copied by Murray: (a). Leaves 54, 73, 84
						(transcripts date from 1880-81); (b). Leaves 11, 14, 64, 99, 105 (all transcripts from 1869-70); (c). Leaves 13(?), 20, 23, 41, 43(?) -- all from 1880-81; (d). Leaves 15, 26, 30, 52-53,
						96, 100, 115-116, 118-119 (Murray's fair copies).</p>
					          <p>The May Morris copies and DGR's fair copy holographs of post-1870 poems may well have been used in the printing of the 1881 volume<hi rend="i">
							              <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">
								                <title level="doc">Ballads and Sonnets</title>
							              </xref>
						            </hi>.</p>
				        </section>
				        <section type="recepthist">
					          <head>Reception History</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="icon">
					          <head>Iconographic</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="printhist">
					          <head>Printing History</head>
					          <p>This MS has never been printed.</p>
				        </section>
				        <section type="pictorial">
					          <head>Pictorial</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="historical">
					          <head>Historical</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="literary">
					          <head>Literary</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="translation">
					          <head>Translation</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="autobio">
					          <head>Autobiographical</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
				        <section type="biblio">
					          <head>Bibliographic</head>
					          <p/>
				        </section>
			      </commentaries>
		    </profiledesc>
		    <revisiondesc/>
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		    <front>
			      <page n="1" image="a.fiz44-69.1.tif"/>
			      <pageheader>
				        <note>holograph; size: 22.2x16.2cm</note>
			      </pageheader>
			      <titlepage>
				        <doctitle>
					          <titlepart type="main">The House of Life</titlepart>
				        </doctitle>
				        <ornlb>---------</ornlb>
				        <doctitle>
					          <titlepart type="submain">Part I</titlepart>
					          <titlepart type="submain">Youth and Change.</titlepart>
				        </doctitle>
				        <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
				        <doctitle>
					          <titlepart type="submain">Part II</titlepart>
					          <titlepart type="submain">Change and Fate.</titlepart>
				        </doctitle>
				        <ornlb>---------</ornlb>
			      </titlepage>
			      <epage/>
			      <page n="2" image="a.fiz44-69.2.tif"/>
			      <pageheader>
				        <note>holograph; size: 22.2x16.7cm. The first six lines, cancelled by DGR, originally made up the opening part of an introductory note that concluded with the words &#8220;<quote>quicken
					it</quote>&#8221;; the next passage, which is the last four lines of the text, comprises a late addition. </note>
			      </pageheader>
			      <div0 anchor="front.1" type="advertisement" n="1">
				        <delspan cert="y" hand="au">
					          <p>In reprinting the fragmentary series of the <lb/>&#8220;House of Life,&#8221; it seemed a more harmonious <lb/>arrangement to exclude lyrics and <lb/>retain sonnets only. A
						further number <lb/>of these is now added, in great measure <lb/>the work of earlier years.</p>
				        </delspan>
				        <p>To speak in the first person is often <lb/>to speak most vividly; but these <lb/>emotional poems are in no sense <lb/>&#8220;occasional&#8221;. The &#8220;Life&#8221;
					involved is <lb/>life representative, as associated <lb/>with <del>hope,</del> love and death, <add>with aspiration &amp; forboding,</add>
					          <lb/>
					          <add>or with ideal art and beauty.</add>
					          <lb/>Whether the recorded moment<lb/> exist in the region of fact or of <lb/>thought is a question indifferent <lb/>to the Muse, so long only as her <lb/>touch can quicken it.</p>
				        <p>The present full series of the &#8220;House of Life&#8221; consists <lb/>of sonnets only. <del>, since Of these it Among these</del> It <lb/>will be evident that many <add>poems
					here</add> now first added were <lb/>the work of earlier years.</p>
				        <epage/>
			      </div0>
		    </front>
		    <body>
			      <page n="3" image="a.fiz44-69.3.tif"/>
			      <msadds type="prtrdir">
				        <trans>This to be used as introductory and printed in italics</trans>
				        <desc>Marginal directions to the printer, written at top by DGR.</desc>
			      </msadds>
			      <pageheader>
				        <note>May Morris transcript with DGR's corrections and additions; size: 22.2x17.3cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. The title in the MS is originally
						&#8220;<quote>The Sonnet</quote>&#8221;, but this is here cancelled and the sonnet was not printed with a specific title by DGR; the title &#8220;<quote>Introductory
					Sonnet</quote>&#8221; was added later when WMR collected DGR's work and it has become traditional. The variants for line 9's &#8220;<quote>converse</quote>&#8221; appear at
					the foot of the manuscript.</note>
			      </pageheader>
			      <div0 anchor="0.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="Introductory Sonnet" id="a.1-1880.i1"
               workcode="1-1880.s258"
               dblwork="1-1880.s258">
				        <divheader>
					          <title>
						            <del>The Sonnet</del>
					          </title>
					          <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
				        </divheader>
				        <lg n="1" type="octave">
					          <l n="1">A Sonnet is a moment's monument,&#8212;</l>
					          <l n="2" indent="1"> Memorial from <del>thy</del>
						            <add>the</add> Soul's eternity</l>
					          <l n="3" indent="1"> To one dead deathless hour. Look that it be,</l>
					          <l n="4">Whether for lustral rite or dire portent,</l>
					          <l n="5">Of its own <del>intricate</del>
						            <add>arduous</add> fulness reverent:</l>
					          <l n="6" indent="1"> Carve it in ivory or in ebony,</l>
					          <l n="7" indent="1"> As Day or Night prevail; and let Time see</l>
					          <l n="8">Its flowering crest impearled and orient.</l>
				        </lg>
				        <lg n="2" type="sestet">
					          <l n="9">A sonnet is a coin, <del>whose</del>
						            <add>its</add> face reveals</l>
					          <l n="10" indent="1">
						            <del>Thy</del>
						            <add>The</add> soul,&#8212; its <del>rear-type</del>
						            <add>converse</add>, to what Power 'tis due:&#8212;</l>
					          <addspan>
						            <l n="10.1">rear-foil  mintage</l>
						            <l n="10.2">converse  mint-type</l>
					          </addspan>
					          <l n="11">Whether <del>in</del>
						            <add>for</add> tribute to the august appeals</l>
					          <l n="12" indent="1"> Of Life, or dower in Love's high retinue,</l>
					          <l n="13">It serve; or, 'mid the dark <del>world's</del>
						            <add>wharf's</add> cavernous breath,</l>
					          <l n="14">In Charon's palm it pay the toll to Death. </l>
				        </lg>
			      </div0>
			      <epage/>
			      <page n="4" image="a.fiz44-69.4.tif"/>
			      <pageheader>
				        <note>Section heading in DGR's holograph (written later at the top of the page); text of the sonnet probably copied by May Morris, with DGR's corrections; size: 22.2x17.6cm. The text is
					mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
			      </pageheader>
			      <div0 anchor="0.2" type="section" n="2" title="Part I. Youth and Change"
               id="a.17-1881.i2"
               workcode="17-1881">
				        <divheader>
					          <title>Part I. Youth and Change</title>
					          <scribe>DGR</scribe>
				        </divheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="Love Enthroned" id="a.1-1871.i3"
                  workcode="1-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet I.<lb/> Love Enthroned</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris (probable)</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">I marked all kindred Powers the heart finds fair:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Truth, with awed lips; and Hope, with eyes upcast;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And Fame, whose loud wings fan the ashen past</l>
						            <l n="4">To signal-fires, Oblivion's flight to scare;</l>
						            <l n="5">And Youth, with <del>some bright spray of woman's</del>
							              <add>still some single golden</add> hair</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">
							              <del>Yet to</del>
							              <add>Unto</add> his shoulder clinging, since the last</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Embrace wherein two sweet arms held him fast;</l>
						            <l n="8">And Life, still wreathing flowers for Death to wear.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Love's throne was not with these; but far above</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> All passionate wind of welcome and farewell</l>
						            <l n="11">He sat in breathless bowers they dream<del>ed</del> not of;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Though Truth foreknow Love's heart, and Hope foretell,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And Fame be for Love's sake desirable,</l>
						            <l n="14">And Youth be dear, and Life be sweet to Love. </l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="5" image="a.fiz44-69.5.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>For later Draft of the Sonnet see reverse of last leaf of<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.poemssonnets.fizms.rad" workcode="1-1854" from="[11r]" to="[17v]">Love's Nocturn</xref>
						            </title> in Poems and Sonnets M. S. </trans>
					          <desc>Notation by Charles Fairfax Murray on leaf to which the DGR manuscript fragment is here attached; the reference is to the other <xref doc="a.poemssonnets.fizms.rad" workcode="1-1854" from="[11r]" to="[17v]">Fitzwilliam manuscript</xref> of this sonnet. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph draft copy (size: 17.9x10.9cm) with Charles Fairfax Murray's notation at the top of the page mounting the DGR MS. The draft was made prior to any of the 1869-1870 printings.
						The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.2" type="sonnet" n="2" title="Bridal Birth" id="a.1-1869.i4"
                  workcode="1-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>The Bridal Birthdays</del>
							              <add>Bridal Birth</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As when desire, long darkling, dawns, &amp; first</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> The mother looks upon the newborn child,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>One hour</del>
							              <add>Even so</add> my Lady <del>turned her eyes</del>
							              <add>stood at gaze</add> &amp; smiled,</l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <del>And</del>
							              <add>When</add> her soul knew at length the Love it nursed.</l>
						            <l n="5">Born with her life, creature of poignant thirst</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And exquisite hunger, at her heart Love lay</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Quickening in darkness, till a voice that day</l>
						            <l n="8">Cried <del>to</del>
							              <add>on</add> him, and bonds of birth were burst.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Now, shielded in his wings, our faces yearn</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Together, as his fullgrown feet now <del>tread</del>
							              <add>range</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2">
							              <del>About us</del>
							              <add>The grove,</add> &amp; his <del>kind</del>
							              <add>warm</add> hands our couch prepare:</l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <del>Till to his song at once our</del>
							              <add>Till to his song our bodiless</add> souls in turn</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">
							              <del>Are</del>
							              <add>Be</add> born his children, when <del>the shadows</del>
							              <add>Death's nuptial</add> change</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="2"> Leaves <add>us</add> for <del>last</del> light the halo of his hair.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="6" image="a.fiz44-69.6.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>Reverse of &#8220;Work &amp; Will&#8221; Sonnet 65 for second Draft of this sonnet</trans>
					          <desc>This is Charles Fairfax Murray's notation at the top of the sheet on which the DGR MS is mounted. &#8220;<quote>Work &amp; Will</quote>&#8221; was a title for the
						sonnet &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.1-1853.raw">Known in Vain</xref>
						            </title>&#8221;.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Corrected holograph copy (size: 17.9x11.3cm), with Fairfax Murray's annotation at the top of the page. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. The title
							<quote>Love's Testament</quote> is Fairfax Murray's addition; DGR left <quote>Flammifera</quote> as the title in the manuscript leaf, which is a small piece of paper pasted into this
						page of the book. At the foot of the text DGR has cancelled the following alternate title possibilities: Flammula, Flammeola, Flammifera.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.3" type="sonnet" n="3" title="Love's Testament" id="a.2-1869.i5"
                  workcode="2-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>Love's Testament</add>
							              <lb/>
							              <del>Flamma Flamminia <lb/> Flamminia</del> Flammifera</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">O thou who in <del>this</del>
							              <add>Love's</add> hour <del>unswervingly</del>
							              <add>ecstatically</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Unto my lips <del>dost</del>
							              <add>dost</add> ever more present</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The body and blood of Love in sacrament;</l>
						            <l n="4">Whom <del>clasping I have</del>
							              <add>I have <del>clinging [???]</del> neared &amp;</add> felt thy breath to be</l>
						            <l n="5">The inmost incense of his sanctuary;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Who <del>not in words</del>
							              <add>without speech</add> hast owned him, and intent</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,</l>
						            <l n="8">And murmured <del>[?]</del>
							              <add>o'er</add> the cup, Remember me:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O what from thee the grace, for me the prize,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And what to <del>him</del>
							              <add>Love</add> the glory,&#8212;when the whole</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim <del>goal</del>
							              <add>shoal</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">And weary water of the place of sighs,</l>
						            <l n="13">And there dost work <del> [???] </del>
							              <add>deliverance,</add> as thine eyes</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="7" image="a.fiz44-69.7.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>The page is a copy of p. 190 from the 1870<hi rend="i">
							              <title level="doc">
								                <xref doc="a.1-1870.raw">Poems</xref>
							              </title>
						            </hi>, on which DGR has introduced several manuscript changes to the printed text. The proof is laid on a copy of DGR's typical notebook paper (size:16.3x11.3cm).</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.4" type="sonnet" n="4" title="Love's Testament" id="a.2-1869.i6"
                  workcode="2-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>SONNET II.<lb/> Love's <del>Redemption.</del>
							              <add>Testament.</add>
							              <lb/>
						            </title>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">O thou who at Love's hour ecstatically</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Unto my <del>lips</del>
							              <add>heart</add> dost ever more present<add>,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>The body and blood of Love in sacrament;</del>
							              <add>Clothed with his fire, thy heart his testament;</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4">Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be</l>
						            <l n="5">The inmost incense of his sanctuary;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Who without speech hast owned him, and, intent</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,</l>
						            <l n="8">And murmured<add>,</add>
							              <del>o'er the cup, Remember me!&#8212;</del>
							              <add>&#8220;I am thine, thou'rt one with me!&#8220;&#8212;</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O what from thee the grace, for me the prize,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And what to Love the glory,&#8212;when the whole</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim shoal</l>
						            <l n="12">And weary water of the place of sighs,</l>
						            <l n="13">And there dost work deliverance, as thine eyes</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="8" image="a.fiz44-69.8.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected copy; 21.7.17.3cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. The cancelled texts of lines 6-7 are added at the foot of the sonnet,
						evidently as alternate readings DGR considered and then rejected.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>4</trans>
					          <desc>The number appears possibly in DGR's hand in the left margin alongside the title.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.5" type="sonnet" n="5" title="Lovesight" id="a.3-1869.i7"
                  workcode="3-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>Lovesight</add>
							              <lb/>
							              <del>Love-Sight</del>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">When do I see thee most, beloved one?</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> When in the light the spirits of mine eyes</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Before thy face, their altar, solemnize</l>
						            <l n="4">The worship of that Love through thee made known?</l>
						            <l n="5">Or when in the <del>dark</del>
							              <add>dusk</add> hours, (we two alone,)</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">Along thy face, along thy neck, along</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">Thy breast my pressed lips feel the pulses throng,</l>
						            <l n="6a">
							              <del>My happy cheek upon thy bosom lies,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7a">
							              <del>And our lips mingle kisses, words, &amp; sighs,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">And my soul only sees thy soul its own?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O Love, my love! when I no more may see</l>
						            <l n="10">Thyself, nor on the earth the shadow of thee,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Nor image of thine eyes in any spring,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">How then shall sound, upon Life's darkening slope,</l>
						            <l n="13">The ground-whirl of the perished leaves of Hope,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The wind of Death's imperishable wing?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="8v" image="a.fiz44-69.8v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>85</trans>
					          <desc>The number is written below the text of the sonnet</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy. It is on a small separate sheet fixed to the bound volume; size: 21.7x17.3cm. The entire text is cancelled. It is mounted crosswise in the book, running from
						foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.6" type="sonnet" n="6" title="Winged Hours" id="a.7-1869.i8"
                  workcode="7-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Winged Hours</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Each hour until we meet is as a bird</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <del>Far-heard, that wings</del>  <del>That wings, far-heard</del> <del>That slowly wings his gradual way along</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2a">
							              <add>From far that wings his gradual way along</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The rustling covert of my soul,&#8212;his song</l>
						            <l n="4">Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd:</l>
						            <l n="5">But at the hour of meeting, a clear word</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Yet, Love, thou know'st the sweet <del>tune</del>
							              <add>strain</add> suffers wrong,</l>
						            <l n="8">Through our contending kisses oft unheard.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What of that hour <del>alas</del>
							              <del>O love</del>
							              <add>at last,</add> when for her sake</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> No wing <del>shall</del>
							              <add>may</add> fly to me nor song <del>shall</del>
							              <add>may</add> flow;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>Till</del>
							              <add>When,</add> wandering round my life unleaved, I know</l>
						            <l n="12">The bloodied feathers scattered in the brake,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And think how she, far from me, with like eyes</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Sees through the untuneful bough the wingless skies?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="9" image="a.fiz44-69.9.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.8cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>4</trans>
					          <desc>The number is written and crossed through alongside the title.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>&#8220;Palmifera and Lilith to be called Soul's Beauty and Body's Beauty&#8221;</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's pencil notation</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.7" type="sonnet" n="7" title="Heart's Hope" id="a.2-1871.i9"
                  workcode="2-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Heart's Hope.</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">By what word's power, the key to paths untrod,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Shall I the difficult deeps of Love explore,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Till parted waves of song yield up the shore</l>
						            <l n="4">Even as that sea which Israel crossed dryshod?</l>
						            <l n="5">For lo! in some poor rhythmic period,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Lady, I fain would tell how evermore</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Thy soul I know not from thy body, nor</l>
						            <l n="8">Thee from myself, neither our Love from God.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Yea, in God's name, and Love's, and thine, would I</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Draw from one loving heart such evidence</l>
						            <l n="11">As to all hearts all things shall signify ;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Tender as dawn's first hill-fire, and intense</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> As instantaneous penetrating sense,</l>
						            <l n="14">In Spring's birth-hour, of other Springs gone by.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="10" image="a.fiz44-69.10.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>v. reverse of <title level="wrk">Willowwood III</title> sonnet 51 for earlier draft</trans>
					          <desc>Fairfax Murray's notation at top of the page of the volume to which the manuscript fragment is fixed</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 17.9x11.1cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. At the bottom of the page, the words "confluent" and "interfluent"
						are written in a lighter ink, perhaps as alternatives for "emulous" in line 13.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.8" type="sonnet" n="8" title="The Kiss" id="a.4-1869.i10"
                  workcode="4-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Kiss</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What <del>withering</del>
							              <add>smouldering</add> senses in death's sick delay</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Or seizure of malign vicissitude</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Can rob this body of honour, or denude</l>
						            <l n="4">This soul of wedding-raiment worn to-day?</l>
						            <l n="5">For lo! even now my lady's lips did play</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> With these my lips such <del>gracious</del>
							              <add>consonant</add> interlude</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As laurelled Orpheus longed for when he wooed</l>
						            <l n="8">The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">I was a child beneath her touch,&#8212;a man</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> When breast to breast we clung, even I &amp; she,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> A spirit when her spirit looked through me,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">A god when <del>all our</del>
							              <add>all our</add> life-breaths met to fan</l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>Our</del>
							              <del>The</del>
							              <add>Our</add> life-blood, till <del>the immingling</del>
							              <del>intense</del>
							              <add>Love's emulous</add> ardours ran,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Fire within fire, desire in deity.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="11" image="a.fiz44-69.11.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected copy; size: 22.2x16.9cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. The fragmentary cancelled readings for line 12 are scripted below
						the text of the sonnet.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.9" type="sonnet" n="9" title="Supreme Surrender" id="a.2-1870.i11"
                  workcode="2-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Supreme Surrender</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">To all the spirits of love that wander by</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Along the love-sown fallowfield of sleep</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> My lady lies apparent; and the deep</l>
						            <l n="4">Calls to the deep; and no man sees but I.</l>
						            <l n="5">The bliss so long afar, at length so nigh,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Rests there attained. Methinks proud Love must weep</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> When Fate's one day doth from his harvest reap</l>
						            <l n="8">The sacred hour for which the years did sigh.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">First touched, the hand now warm beneath my neck</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Taught memory long to mock desire: and lo!</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Across my breast the abandoned hair doth flow,</l>
						            <l n="12" part="i">
							              <del>Where &#8217;neath one tress the longing long did wake</del>
							              <del>one shorn tress [?] </del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12" part="f">
							              <add>Where one shorn tress long stirred the longing ache:</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12c">
							              <del>prolonged the/ [?] </del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12d">
							              <del>the longing long did wake/felt/stilled long</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12e">
							              <del>with/and longing/my wonder[?]</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">And next the heart <del>there trembling</del>
							              <add>that trembled</add> for its sake</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Lies the queen-heart in sovereign overthrow.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="11v" image="a.fiz44-69.11v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="add">
					          <trans> Lo! long / Of old where [???] </trans>
					          <desc>This is the verso of the manuscript of &#8220;<xref doc="a.2-1870.raw">
							              <title level="wrk">Supreme Surrender</title>
						            </xref>&#8221;; it contains a fragment of text written in DGR's hand at the bottom of the leaf, which here appears crosswise.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>The page is blank except for the fragment of text written in DGR's hand at the bottom of the leaf; size: 22.2x16.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="12" image="a.fiz44-69.12.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. Variants of line 12 and 13 are at the bottom of the manuscript page.
						They read: "never wearying of / Thy deep-lit eyes and/[?]/with shadowing hair above."</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.10" type="sonnet" n="10" title="Love's Lovers" id="a.6-1869.i12"
                  workcode="6-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <hi rend="u">Love's Lovers</hi>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Some ladies love the jewels in Love's zone,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And gold-tipped darts he hath for painless play</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> In idle scornful hours he flings away;</l>
						            <l n="4">And some that listen to his lute's soft tone</l>
						            <l n="5">Do love to deem the silver praise their own;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Some prize his blindfold sight; and there be they</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Who kissed his wings which brought him yesterday</l>
						            <l n="8">And thank his wings today that he is flown.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">My lady only loves the heart of Love:</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Therefore Love's heart, my lady, hath for thee</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>His [?] deep-bower of root</del>
							              <add>His bower of unimagined flower</add> and tree: </l>
						            <l n="12">There kneels he now, and all-anhungered of</l>
						            <l n="13">Thine eyes grey-lit in shadowy hair above,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Seals with thy mouth his immortality.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <addspan>
						            <l n="11.1" indent="1">never wearying of </l>
						            <l n="12.1"> Thy deep-lit eyes and/[?]/with shadowing hair above.</l>
					          </addspan>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="13" image="a.fiz44-69.13.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="add">
					          <trans>Passion &amp; Worship</trans>
					          <desc>Title added above DGR's manuscript, on the leaf to which the manuscript is attached, in hand of Fairfax Murray.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>Print this after <title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.6-1869.raw">Love's Lovers</xref>
						            </title> page 118</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's directions to the printer.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Fair copy holograph, with corrections; size: 18x11.1cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.11" type="sonnet" n="11" title="Passion and Worship"
                  id="a.3-1870.i13"
                  workcode="3-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love and Worship</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Love brought to us a white-stoled harp-player</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Even as my lady and I lay all alone;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Saying: &#8220;Behold, this minstrel is unknown;</l>
						            <l n="4">Bid him depart, for I am minstrel here:</l>
						            <l n="5">Only my strains are to my dear ones dear.&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Then said I: &#8220;Through thy music's passionate tone</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Even now, Lord Love, I heard this harp make moan </l>
						            <l n="8">And still methought the note was <del>loud</del>
							              <add>deep</add> and clear.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Then said my lady: &#8220;Even as thou art Love,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Lo, this is Worship this man hath for me.</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Thy mastering music walks the sunlit sea:</l>
						            <l n="12">But where wan water <del>sighs</del>
							              <del>is high</del>
							              <add>throbs</add> within the grove</l>
						            <l n="13">And the wan moon is all the light thereof,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> This harp still makes my name its voluntary.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="14" image="a.fiz44-69.14.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected draft; size: 22.2x17.6cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. DGR wrote several variations for line 10 in the upper left corner,
						in the upper right corner, and at the bottom of the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.12" type="sonnet" n="12" title="The Portrait" id="a.1-1868.i14"
                  workcode="1-1868.s212"
                  dblwork="1-1868.s212">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The <hi rend="u">Portrait</hi>
						            </title>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">O lord of all compassionate control,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O Love! let this my Lady's picture glow</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Under my hand to praise her name, and show</l>
						            <l n="4">Even of her inner self the perfect whole:</l>
						            <l n="5">That he who seeks her beauty's furthest goal,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Beyond the <del>glory</del> light that the <del>her</del>
							              <add>sweet</add> glances throw</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And <del> [?] </del>
							              <add>refluent</add> wave of the sweet smile, may know</l>
						            <l n="8">The very sky and sea-line of her soul.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Lo! it is done. Above the <del>long lithe</del>
							              <add>lifted</add> throat</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The <del>moved</del> mouth <del> [?] its</del>
							              <add>authenticates the</add> voice and kiss,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> The shadowed eyes remember and foresee.</l>
						            <l n="12">Her face is made her shrine. Let all men note</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> That in all years (O Love, thy gift is this!)</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> They that would <del>know her face</del>
							              <add>look on her</add> must come to me.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <addspan>
						            <l n="10.1">The mouth's mould testifies of <add>
								                <del>testifies</del> figures forth the</add> voice and kiss</l>
						            <l n="10.2" indent="2">
							              <del>configures its own</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.3">The mouth impersonates <del>[?]</del>
							              <del>perpetuates</del>
							              <del>recapitulates</del>
							              <del>corroborates</del> the voice &amp; kiss</l>
						            <l n="10.4">
							              <del>propigate</del>
							              <del>communicate</del>
							              <del>authenticate</del>
							              <del>opinionate</del>
							              <del>determinate</del>
							              <del>[?]</del>
							              <del>immaginate</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.5">
							              <add>recapitulate</add>
						            </l>
					          </addspan>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="15" image="a.fiz44-69.15.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Text copied by Charles Fairfax Murray. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.13" type="sonnet" n="13" title="The Love-letter" id="a.4-1870.i15"
                  workcode="4-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <hi rend="u">Sonnet XI</hi>
							              <lb rend="center"/>
							              <hi rend="u">The Love-Letter</hi>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Warmed by her hand and shadowed by her hair </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> As close she leaned and poured her heart through thee,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Whereof the articulate throbs accompany</l>
						            <l n="4">The smooth black stream that makes thy whiteness fair,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Sweet fluttering sheet, even of her breath aware,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Oh let thy silent song disclose to me </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> That soul wherewith her lips and eyes agree</l>
						            <l n="8">Like married music in Love's answering air.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Fain had I watched her when, at some fond thought,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Her bosom to the writing closelier press'd,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> And her breast's secrets peered into her breast;</l>
						            <l n="12">When through eyes raised an instant, her soul sought</l>
						            <l n="13">My soul, and from the sudden confluence caught</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The words that made her love the loveliest.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="16" image="a.fiz44-69.16.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.14" type="sonnet" n="14" title="The Lover's Walk" id="a.3-1871.i16"
                  workcode="3-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Lovers' Walk</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sweet twining hedgeflowers wind-stirred in no wise</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> On this June day; and hand that clings in hand:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Still glades; and meeting faces scarcely fanned:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">An osier-odoured stream that draws the skies</l>
						            <l n="5">Deep to its heart; and mirrored eyes in eyes:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Fresh hourly wonder o'er the Summer land</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Of light and cloud; and two souls softly spanned</l>
						            <l n="8">With one o'erarching heaven of smiles and sighs:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Even such their path, whose bodies lean unto</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Each other's visible sweetness amorously,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Whose passionate hearts <del>are</del>
							              <del>were</del> lean<del>ed</del> by Love's <add>high</add> decree</l>
						            <l n="12">Together on his heart for ever true,</l>
						            <l n="13">As the <del>white</del>
							              <add>cloud</add>-foaming firmamental blue</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Rests on the blue line of a foamless sea.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="17" image="a.fiz44-69.17.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>fair copy; size: 22.2x17.2cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.15" type="sonnet" n="15" title="Youth's Antiphony"
                  id="a.4-1871.i17"
                  workcode="4-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Youth's Antiphony.</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">&#8220;I love you, sweet: how can you ever learn</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> How much I love you?&#8221; &#8220;You I love even so,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And so I learn it.&#8221; &#8220;Sweet, you cannot know</l>
						            <l n="4">How fair you are.&#8221; &#8220;If fair enough to earn</l>
						            <l n="5">Your love, so much is all my love's concern.&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> &#8220;My love grows hourly, sweet.&#8221; &#8220;Mine too doth grow,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Yet love seemed full so many hours ago!&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="8">Thus lovers speak, till kisses claim their turn.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Ah! happy they to whom such words as these</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> In youth have served for speech the whole day long,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Hour after hour, remote from the world's throng,</l>
						            <l n="12">Work, contest, fame, all life's confederate pleas,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">What while Love breathed in sighs and silences</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Through two blent souls one rapturous undersong.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="18" image="a.fiz44-69.18.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, with a DGR correction; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.16" type="sonnet" n="16" title="Youth's Spring-Tribute"
                  id="a.5-1870.i18"
                  workcode="5-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Youth's Spring-Tribute</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">On this sweet bank your head thrice sweet and dear</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> I lay, and spread your hair on either side,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And see the newborn woodflowers bashful-eyed</l>
						            <l n="4">Look through the <del>rippling</del>
							              <add>golden</add> tresses here and there.</l>
						            <l n="5">On these debateable borders of the year</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Spring's foot half falters; scarce she yet may know</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> The leafless blackthorn-blossom from the snow ;</l>
						            <l n="8">And through her bowers the wind's way still is clear.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But April's sun strikes down the glades to-day;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> So shut your eyes upturned, and feel my kiss</l>
						            <l n="11">Creep, as the Spring now thrills through every spray,</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Up your warm throat to your warm lips; for this</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Is even the hour of Love's sworn suitservice,</l>
						            <l n="14">With whom cold hearts are counted castaway.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="19" image="a.fiz44-69.19.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>63</trans>
					          <desc>The number is written below the text of the sonnet.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>The Birth Bond</trans>
					          <desc>Received title written by Charles Fairfax Murray.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected fair copy; size: 21.7x17.8cm. Charles Fairfax Murray has added the received title, &#8220;<quote>The Birth Bond</quote>&#8221;, at the top of the
						manuscript, in parentheses. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.17" type="sonnet" n="17" title="The Birth-bond" id="a.2-1854.i19"
                  workcode="2-1854">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Nearest Kindred.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Have you not noted, in some family</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Where two <del>dear ones from the</del>
							              <add>were born of a</add> first marriage-bed,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> How still they own their fragrant bond, though fed</l>
						            <l n="4">And nursed on the forgotten breast and knee?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <del>That</del>
							              <add>How</add> to their father's children they shall be</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> In act and thought of one goodwill; but each</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Shall for the other have, in silence speech,</l>
						            <l n="8">And in a word complete community? </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Even so, when first I saw you, seemed it, love,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> That among souls allied to mine was yet</l>
						            <l n="11">One nearer kindred than <del>I eer knew of</del>
							              <add>birth hinted of.</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> O born with me somewhere that men forget,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And though in years of sight and sound unmet,</l>
						            <l n="14">Known for my life's own sister well enough!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="19v" image="a.fiz44-69.19v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 21.7x17.8cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.18" type="sonnet" n="18" title="Pandora. (For a Picture)"
                  id="a.22-1869.i20"
                  workcode="22-1869.s224"
                  dblwork="22-1869.s224">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <hi rend="u">Pandora</hi>
							              <lb/>
							              <hi rend="u">(for a Picture)</hi>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What of the end, Pandora? Was it thine,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> The deed that set these fiery pinions free?</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>And</del>
							              <add>Ah!</add> wherefore did the Olympian consistory</l>
						            <l n="4">In its own likeness make thee half divine?</l>
						            <l n="5">Was it that Juno's <del>face</del>
							              <add>brow</add> might stand <del>the</del>
							              <add>a</add> sign</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">
							              <del>Or not</del> For ever? and <del> [?] </del>
							              <add>the mien of Pallas</add> be</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> A deadly <del>curse</del>
							              <add>thing</add>? and that all men might see</l>
						            <l n="8">In Venus' eyes the gaze of Proserpine?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What of the end? These beat their wings at will,</l>
						            <l n="10">The ill-born things, the good things turned to ill,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Powers of the impassioned hours prohibited.</l>
						            <l n="12">Aye, <del>shut</del>
							              <add>hug</add> the casket <del>close</del>
							              <add>now</add>! Whither they go</l>
						            <l n="13">Thou may'st not dare to think; nor canst thou know</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> If Hope still pent there be alive or dead.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="20" image="a.fiz44-69.20.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>Print this after The Birth-Bond page 132</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's directions to the printer for the 1881<title level="doc">
							              <hi rend="i">
								                <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">Ballads and Sonnets</xref>
							              </hi>
						            </title> volume.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>
						            <del>Print this after Winged Hours page 134</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>This text is cancelled by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, corrected by DGR; size: 17.8x11.1cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.19" type="sonnet" n="19" title="A Day of Love" id="a.6-1870.i21"
                  workcode="6-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>A Day of Love</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Those envied places which do know her well,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And are so scornful of this lonely place,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>Now for a while</del>
							              <add>Even now for once</add> are emptied of her grace:</l>
						            <l n="4">Nowhere but here she is: and <del>as</del>
							              <add>while</add> Love's spell</l>
						            <l n="5">From his predominant presence doth compel</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> All alien hours, an outworn populace,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> The hours of Love fill full the echoing space</l>
						            <l n="8">With <del>their</del>
							              <add>sweet</add> confederate music favorable.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Now many memories make solicitous</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The delicate love-lines of her mouth, till, lit</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> With quivering fire, the words take wing from it;</l>
						            <l n="12">As here between our kisses we sit thus</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Speaking of things remembered, and so sit</l>
						            <l n="14">Speechless while things forgotten call to us.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="21" image="a.fiz44-69.21.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>fair copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head. Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title, &#8220;<quote>Beauty's
						Pageant</quote>,&#8221; at the top of the manuscript.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>19</del>
						            <del>17</del>18</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Beauty's Pageant</trans>
					          <desc>Received title written by Charles Fairfax Murray.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.20" type="sonnet" n="20" title="Beauty's Pageant" id="a.5-1871.i22"
                  workcode="5-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Pageant</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Incarnate flower of culminating day,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> What marshalled marvels on the skirt of May,</l>
						            <l n="4">Or song full-quired, sweet June's encomiast;</l>
						            <l n="5">What glory of change by nature's hand amass'd</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Can vie with all those moods of varying grace</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Which o'er one loveliest woman's form and face</l>
						            <l n="8">Within this hour, within this room, have pass'd?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Love's very vesture &amp; elect disguise</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Was each fine movement,&#8212;wonder new-begot</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of lily or swan or swan-stemmed galiot;</l>
						            <l n="12">Joy to his sight who now the sadlier sighs,</l>
						            <l n="13">Parted again; and sorrow yet for eyes</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Unborn, that read these words and saw her not</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="22" image="a.fiz44-69.22.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.21" type="sonnet" n="21" title="Genius in Beauty" id="a.6-1871.i23"
                  workcode="6-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Genius in Beauty</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Beauty like hers is genius. Not the call</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Of Homer's or of Dante's heart sublime,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Not Michael's hand furrowing the zones of time,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">Is more with compassed mysteries musical;</l>
						            <l n="5">Nay, not in Spring's or Summer's sweet footfall</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> More gathered gifts exuberant Life bequeathes</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Than doth this sovereign face, whose love-spell breathes</l>
						            <l n="8">Even from its shadowed contour on the wall.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">As many men are poets in their youth</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> But for one sweet-strung soul the wires prolong</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Even through all change the indomitable song;</l>
						            <l n="12">So in likewise the envenomed years, whose tooth</l>
						            <l n="13">Rends shallower grace with ruin <del>sore forsooth</del>
							              <add>void of ruth,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Upon this beauty's power shall wreak no wrong.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="23" image="a.fiz44-69.23.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected copy; size:18.1x11.1cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="add">
					          <trans>Silent Noon</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title, &#8220;Silent Noon&#8221; at the top of the manuscript.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.22" type="sonnet" n="22" title="Silent Noon" id="a.7-1871.i24"
                  workcode="7-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Silent Hour</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Your hands lie open in the long lush grass</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And the sweet points look through like rosy blooms:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>The panting meadow</del>
							              <add>Your eyes smile peace. The</add> pasture gleams and glooms</l>
						            <l n="4">With billowing skies that scatter &amp; amass:</l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <del>All</del>Around <del>us [?] </del>
							              <add>our nest,</add> far as the eye can pass,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.</l>
						            <l n="8">'Tis visible silence, <del>as of the</del>
							              <add>like the still</add> hour-glass.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly</l>
						            <l n="10">Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky :&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>Even</del> So this <add>wing'd</add> hour is drop<add>t</add>
							              <del>ped</del> to us from above.</l>
						            <l n="12">Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,</l>
						            <l n="13">This close-companioned inarticulate hour</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> When twofold silence was the song of love.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="24" image="a.fiz44-69.24.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>16</del>
						            <del>14</del>
						            <del>15</del>19</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.23" type="sonnet" n="23" title="Silent Noon" id="a.7-1871.i25"
                  workcode="7-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>The</del> Silent <del>Hour</del>
							              <add>Noon.</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <del>And</del> The <del>sweet</del>
							              <add>finger</add>-points look through like rosy blooms:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams &amp; glooms</l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <del>With</del>
							              <add>'Neath</add> billowing skies that scatter and amass:</l>
						            <l n="5">All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.</l>
						            <l n="8">'Tis visible silence, <del>like the</del> still <add>as the</add> hourglass.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly</l>
						            <l n="10">Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.</l>
						            <l n="12">Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,</l>
						            <l n="13">This close-companioned inarticulate hour</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> When twofold silence was the song of love.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="25" image="a.fiz44-69.25.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>21</del>
						            <del>19</del> 20</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>last copied</trans>
					          <desc>May Morris's note fixed to the upper right hand corner of the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.24" type="sonnet" n="24" title="Gracious Moonlight"
                  id="a.8-1871.i26"
                  workcode="8-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Gracious Moonlight</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-space</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> When the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt car</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Thrills with intenser radiance from afar,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">So lambent, lady, beams thy sovereign <del>grace</del> grace</l>
						            <l n="5">When the drear soul desires thee. Of that face</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> What shall be said,&#8212;which, like a governing star,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Gathers and garners from all things that are</l>
						            <l n="8">Their silent penetrative loveliness?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O'er water-daisies and wild waifs of Spring,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> There where the iris rears its gold-crowned sheaf</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> With flowering rush and sceptered arrow-leaf,</l>
						            <l n="12">So have I marked Queen Dian, in bright ring</l>
						            <l n="13">Of cloud above and wave below, take wing</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And chase night's gloom, as thou the spirit's grief.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="26" image="a.fiz44-69.26.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Charles Fairfax Murray copy. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.25" type="sonnet" n="25" title="Love-Sweetness" id="a.7-1870.i27"
                  workcode="7-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XXI. <lb/>Love-Sweetness</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray.</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sweet dimness of her loosened hair's downfall</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> About thy face; her sweet hands round thy head</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> In gracious fostering union garlanded;</l>
						            <l n="4">Her tremulous smiles; her glances' sweet recall</l>
						            <l n="5">Of love; her murmuring sighs memorial;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Her mouth's culled sweetness by the kisses shed</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> On cheeks and neck and eyelids, and so led</l>
						            <l n="8">Back to her mouth which answers there for all:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What sweeter than these things, except the thing</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> In lacking which all these would lose their sweet:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> The confident heart's still fervour; the swift beat</l>
						            <l n="12">And soft subsidence of the spirit's wing,</l>
						            <l n="13">Then when it feels, in cloud-girt wayfaring,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The breath of kindred plumes against its feet?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="27" image="a.fiz44-69.27.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note> Copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.6cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>35</del>
						            <del>34</del> 22</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.26" type="sonnet" n="26" title="Heart's Haven" id="a.9-1871.i28"
                  workcode="9-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Heart's Haven</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sometimes she is a child within mine arms,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Cowering beneath dark wings that love must chase,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> With still tears showering and averted face,</l>
						            <l n="4">Inexplicably filled with faint alarms:</l>
						            <l n="5">And oft from mine own spirit's hurtling harms</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> I crave the refuge of her deep embrace,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Against all ill the fortified strong place</l>
						            <l n="8">And sweet reserve of sovereign countercharms.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And Love, our light at night and shade at noon,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Lulls us to rest with songs, and <del>screens</del>
							              <add>turns</add> away</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> All shafts of shelterless tumultuous day.</l>
						            <l n="12">Like the moon's growth, his face gleams through his tune;</l>
						            <l n="13">And as soft waters warble to the moon,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Our answering <del>kisses</del>
							              <add>spirits</add> chime one roundelay.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="28" image="a.fiz44-69.28.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>Print this after Nearest Kindred page 120</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for the 1881<title level="wrk">
							              <hi rend="i">
								                <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">Ballads and Sonnets</xref>
							              </hi>
						            </title> volume, written in the upper right hand corner of the manuscript. The reference is to &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.2-1854.raw">The Birth-Bond</xref>
						            </title>.&#8221;</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy corrected; size: 17.9x11.2cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.27" type="sonnet" n="27" title="Love's Baubles" id="a.8-1870.i29"
                  workcode="8-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Baubles</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">I stood where Love in brimming armfuls bore</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Slight wanton flowers and foolish toys of fruit:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And round him ladies thronged in close pursuit,</l>
						            <l n="4">Fingered and lipped and proffered the strange store:</l>
						            <l n="5">And from one hand the petal and the core</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Savoured of sleep; and cluster and curled shoot</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Seemed from another hand like shame's salute,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">Gifts that I felt my cheek was blushing for.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">At last Love bade my Lady give the same:</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And as I looked, the dew was light thereon;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> And as I took them, at her touch they shone</l>
						            <l n="12">With inmost <del>azure</del>
							              <add>heaven-hue</add> of the heart of flame.</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And then Love said: &#8220;Lo! when the hand is hers,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Follies of love are love's high ministers.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="29" image="a.fiz44-69.29.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy with corrections; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>25</del>
						            <del>23</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.28" type="sonnet" n="28" title="Pride of Youth" id="a.10-1871.i30"
                  workcode="10-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>Pride of</add> Youth <del>and Change</del>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Even as a child, of sorrow that we give</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> The dead, but little in his heart can find,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Since without need of thought to his clear mind</l>
						            <l n="4">Their turn it is to die and his to live:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Even so the winged New Love smiles to receive</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Along his eddying plumes the auroral wind,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Nor, forward glorying, casts one look behind</l>
						            <l n="8">Where night-racks shroud the Old Love fugitive.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">There is a change in every hour's recall,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And the last cowslip in the fields we see</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> On the same day with the first corn-poppy.</l>
						            <l n="12">Alas for hourly change! Alas for all</l>
						            <l n="13">The loves that from his hand proud Youth lets fall,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Even as the beads of a told rosary.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="30" image="a.fiz44-69.30.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Charles Fairfax Murray copy. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>see reverse of Sonnet IV for original draft.</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray's note at the top of the page.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.29" type="sonnet" n="29" title="Winged Hours" id="a.7-1869.i31"
                  workcode="7-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XXV. <lb/>Winged Hours</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Each hour until we meet is as a bird</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That wings from far his gradual way along</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The rustling covert of my soul,&#8212;his song</l>
						            <l n="4">Still loudlier trilled through leaves more deeply stirr'd:</l>
						            <l n="5">But at the hour of meeting, a clear word</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Is every note he sings, in Love's own tongue;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Yet, Love, thou know'st the sweet strain suffers wrong,</l>
						            <l n="8">Full oft through our contending joys unheard.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What of that hour at last, when for her sake</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> No wing may fly to me nor song may flow;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> When, wandering round my life unleaved, I know</l>
						            <l n="12">The bloodied feathers scattered in the brake,</l>
						            <l n="13"> And think how she, far from me, with like eyes</l>
						            <l n="14"> Sees through the untuneful bough the wingless skies?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="31" image="a.fiz44-69.31.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.30" type="sonnet" n="30" title="Mid-Rapture" id="a.11-1871.i32"
                  workcode="11-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Mid-Rapture</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Thou lovely and beloved, thou my love;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Whose kiss seems still the first; whose summoning eyes,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Even now, as for our love-world's new sunrise,</l>
						            <l n="4">Shed very dawn; whose voice, attuned above</l>
						            <l n="5">All modulation of the deep-bowered dove,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Is like a hand laid softly on the soul;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Whose hand is like a sweet voice to control</l>
						            <l n="8">Those worn tired brows it hath the keeping of:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What word can answer to thy word,&#8212;what gaze</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To thine, which now absorbs within its sphere</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> My worshipping face, till I am mirrored there,</l>
						            <l n="12">Light-circled in a heaven of deep-drawn rays?</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> What clasp, what kiss mine inmost heart can prove,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">O lovely and beloved, O my love?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="31v" image="a.fiz44-69.31v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>This is a holograph draft fragment of the final stanza of &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.5-1881.raw">The King's Tragedy</xref>
						            </title>&#8221;; it is signed: D. G. Rossetti and dated Feb. 20th 1881. It is cancelled by DGR.; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.31" type="ballad" n="31" title="The King's Tragedy"
                  id="a.5-1881.i33"
                  workcode="5-1881">
					          <divheader>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <delspan>
						            <lg n="1" type="quintain">
							              <l n="1">And &#8220;O James!&#8221; she said,&#8212; &#8220;My James!&#8221; she said,&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> &#8220;Alas for the woeful thing</l>
							              <l n="3">That a poet true and a friend of man,</l>
							              <l n="4">In desperate days of bale and ban,</l>
							              <l n="5" indent="1"> Should needs be born a king!&#8221;</l>
						            </lg>
					          </delspan>
					          <closer>
						            <dateline>
							              <del>D. G. Rossetti Feb. 20, 1881</del>
						            </dateline>
					          </closer>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="32" image="a.fiz44-69.32.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>28</del>
						            <del>26</del>
						            <del>25b</del> 27</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>(Heart's Compass)</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title at the top of the manuscript.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.32" type="sonnet" n="32" title="Heart's Compass" id="a.12-1871.i34"
                  workcode="12-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Compass</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sometimes thou seem'st not as thyself alone,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> But as the meaning of all things that are;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> A breathless wonder, shadowing forth afar</l>
						            <l n="4">Some heavenly solstice hushed and halcyon;</l>
						            <l n="5">Whose unstirred lips are music's visible tone;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Whose eyes the sun-gate of the soul unbar,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Being of its furthest fires oracular ;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">The evident heart of all life sown and mown.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Even such Love is ; and is not thy name Love?</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Yea, by thy hand the Love-god rends apart</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> All gathering clouds of Night's ambiguous art;</l>
						            <l n="12">Flings them far down, and sets thine eyes above;</l>
						            <l n="13">And simply, as some gage of flower or glove,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Stakes with a smile the world against thy heart.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="33" image="a.fiz44-69.33.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.7cm. The line 13 variant is written below the text. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>2?</del>
						            <del>2?</del>
						            <del>26</del>
						            <del>28</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Soul-Light</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title at the top of the manuscript.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.33" type="sonnet" n="33" title="Soul-light" id="a.13-1871.i35"
                  workcode="13-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Lovelight</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What other woman could be loved like you,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Or how of you should love possess his fill?</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> After the fulness of all rapture, still,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">As at the end of some deep avenue</l>
						            <l n="5">A tender glamour of day,&#8212;there comes to view</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Far in your eyes a yet more hungering thrill,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Such fire as Love's soul-winnowing hands distil</l>
						            <l n="8">Even from his inmost ark of light and dew.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And as the traveller triumphs with the sun,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Glorying in heat's mid-height, yet startide brings</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Wonder new-born, and still fresh transport springs</l>
						            <l n="12">From limpid lambent hours of day begun ;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Even so, <add>through eyes &amp; voice</add> within your arms, your soul doth move</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> My soul with changeful light of infinite love.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="34" image="a.fiz44-69.34.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy, corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>?</del>
						            <del>?</del>
						            <del>2?</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.34" type="sonnet" n="34" title="The Moonstar" id="a.14-1871.i36"
                  workcode="14-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Moonstar</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Because my lady is more lovely still.</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill</l>
						            <l n="4">To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress</l>
						            <l n="5">Of delicate life Love labours to assess</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> My lady's absolute queendom; saying, &#8220;Lo!</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> How high this beauty is, which yet doth show</l>
						            <l n="8">But as that beauty's sovereign votaress.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And as, when night's fair fires their queen surround,</l>
						            <l n="11">An emulous star too near the moon will ride,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Even so thy rays within her luminous bound</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Were traced no more; and by the light so drown'd,</l>
						            <l n="14">Lady, not thou but she was glorified.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="35" image="a.fiz44-69.35.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected fair copy; size: 22.2x17.3cm. The text is mounted crosswise in the book, running from foot to head.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>2?</del>
						            <del>2?</del>
						            <del>31</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.35" type="sonnet" n="35" title="Last Fire" id="a.15-1871.i37"
                  workcode="15-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Last Fire</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Love, through your <del>body</del>
							              <add>spirit</add> and mine what summer eve</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Now glows with glory of all things possess'd,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Since this day's sun of passion <add>rapture</add> filled the west</l>
						            <l n="4">And the light sweetened as the fire took leave?</l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <del>Now</del>
							              <add>Awhile now</add> softlier <del>clinging</del> let your bosom heave,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">
							              <del>While</del>
							              <add>As</add> in Love's harbour, between breast and breast,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Within your cherishing arms I sink to rest,</l>
						            <l n="6.1" indent="1">
							              <add>As in Love's harbour, even <del>your</del> that loving breast,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7.1" indent="1">
							              <add>All care takes refuge while we sink to rest,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">And mutual dreams the bygone bliss retrieve.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Many the days that Winter keeps in store,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Sunless throughout, or whose brief sun-glimpses</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Scarce shed the heaped snow through the naked trees.</l>
						            <l n="12">This day at least was Summer's paramour,</l>
						            <l n="13">Sun-coloured to the imperishable core</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> With sweet well-being of love and full heart's ease.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="36" image="a.fiz44-69.36.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy; size: 22.2x17.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>36</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.36" type="sonnet" n="36" title="Her Gifts" id="a.16-1871.i38"
                  workcode="16-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Her Gifts</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">High grace, the dower of queens; and therewithal</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Some wood-born wonder's sweet simplicity;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> A glance like water brimming with the sky</l>
						            <l n="4">Or hyacinth-light where forest-shadows fall;</l>
						            <l n="5">Such thrilling pallor of cheek as doth enthral</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The heart; a mouth whose passionate forms imply</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> All music and all silence held thereby;</l>
						            <l n="8">Deep locks, the brow's embowering coronal;</l>
						            <l n="9">A round reared neck, meet column of Love's shrine</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To cling to when the heart takes sanctuary;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Hands which for ever at Love's bidding be,</l>
						            <l n="12">And soft-stirred feet still answering to his sign:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> These are her gifts, as tongue may tell them o'er.</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Breathe low her name, my soul; for that means more.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="37" image="a.fiz44-69.37.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>3?[]</del>
						            <del>[?]</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>(Equal Troth)</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title at the top of the manuscript.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.37" type="sonnet" n="37" title="Equal Troth" id="a.17-1871.i39"
                  workcode="17-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love Measure</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Not by one measure mayst thou mete our love;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> For how should I be loved as I love thee?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> I, graceless, joyless, lacking absolutely</l>
						            <l n="4">All gifts that with thy queenship best behove;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Thou, throned in every heart's elect alcove,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And crowned with garlands culled from every tree,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Which for no head but thine, by Love's decree,</l>
						            <l n="8">All beauties and all mysteries interwove.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But here thine eyes and lips yield soft rebuke:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> &#8220;Then only&#8221; (say'st thou) &#8220;could I love thee less,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> When thou couldst doubt my love's equality.&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="12">Peace, sweet! If not to sum but worth we look,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Thy heart's transcendence, not my heart's excess,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Then more a thousandfold thou lov'st than I.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="38" image="a.fiz44-69.38.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy with DGR's corrections; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The variant lines 6-8 are scripted at the foot of the page in pencil.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>37</del> 38</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.38" type="sonnet" n="38" title="Venus Victrix" id="a.18-1871.i40"
                  workcode="18-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Venus Victrix</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Could Juno's self more <del>heavenly</del>
							              <add>sovereign</add> presence wear</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Than thou, 'mid other ladies throned in grace?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Or Pallas, when thou bend'st with soul-stilled face</l>
						            <l n="4">O'er poet's page <add>gold</add>deep-shadowed in thy hair?</l>
						            <l n="5">Dost thou than Venus seem less heavenly fair,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> When from the sea of love's insatiate bliss</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Thy breast is reared, to yield to the last kiss</l>
						            <l n="8">Thy sweet lips like the last wave murmuring there?</l>
						            <addspan>
							              <l n="6.1">When o'er the sea of love's tumultuous trance</l>
							              <l n="7.1">
								                <add>Hovers</add> thy smile <del>doth play</del>, &amp; mingles with thy glance</l>
							              <l n="8.1">That sweet voice like etc.</l>
						            </addspan>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Before such triune loveliness divine</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Awestruck I ask, which goddess here most claims</l>
						            <l n="11">The prize that, howsoe'er adjudged, is thine?</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Then Love breathes low the sweetest of thy names;</l>
						            <l n="13">And Venus Victrix to mine arms<add>heart</add> doth bring</l>
						            <l n="14">Herself, the Helen of her guerdoning.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="39" image="a.fiz44-69.39.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy with DGR's corrections; size: 22.2x15.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>22 20 21</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's notes for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.39" type="sonnet" n="39" title="The Dark Glass" id="a.19-1871.i41"
                  workcode="19-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Dark Glass</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Not I myself know all my love for thee:</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> How should I reach so far, who cannot weigh</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Tomorrow's dower by gage of yesterday?</l>
						            <l n="4">Shall birth and death, and all dark <del>souls</del>
							              <add>names</add> that be</l>
						            <l n="5">As doors and windows bared to some loud sea,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Lash deaf mine ears &amp; blind my face with spray;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And shall my sense pierce love,&#8212;the last relay</l>
						            <l n="8">And ultimate outpost of eternity ?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Lo! what am I to Love, the Lord of all?</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> One murmuring shell he gathers from the sand,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> One little heart-flame sheltered in his hand.</l>
						            <l n="12">Yet through thine eyes he grants me clearest call</l>
						            <l n="13">And veriest touch of powers primordial</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> That any hour-girt life may understand.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="40" image="a.fiz44-69.40.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph draft copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>The Lamp's Shrine</trans>
					          <desc>Charles Fairfax Murray has written the received title at the top of the manuscript.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.40" type="sonnet" n="40" title="The Lamp's Shrine"
                  id="a.20-1871.i42"
                  workcode="20-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Love-Lamp</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sometimes I fain would find in thee some fault,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That I might love thee still in spite of it:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Yet how should our Lord Love <del>one ray remit</del>
							              <add>curtail one whit</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <del>Of the pure crown</del>
							              <add>Thy perfect praise</add> whom most he would exalt?</l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <del>[?]</del>
							              <del>Alas</del>Alas! he can but make my heart's low vault</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Even in men's sight unworthier, being lit</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <del>By thy gem-cinctured love-lamp exquisite</del>
							              <add>By thee, who thereby show'st more exquisite,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <del>With</del>
							              <add>Like</add> fiery chrysoprase <del>and bright</del>
							              <add>in deep</add> basalt.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Yet will I nowise shrink; but at Love's shrine</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Myself within the beams his brow doth dart</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Will set the flashing jewel of thy heart</l>
						            <l n="12">In that dull chamber where it deigns to shine:</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> For lo! in honour of thine excellencies</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> My heart takes pride to show how poor it is.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="41" image="a.fiz44-69.41.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>Print this after M. S. <title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.6-1870.raw">A Day of Love</xref>
						            </title>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>Cancelled directions to the printer in upper right hand corner. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>Print this after <title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.7-1869.raw">Winged Hours</xref>
						            </title> page 134</trans>
					          <desc>Directions for printer below text of the poem</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 17.9x11.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.41" type="sonnet" n="41" title="Life-in-Love" id="a.9-1870.i43"
                  workcode="9-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Life-in-Love</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Not in thy body is thy life at all</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> But in this lady's lips and hands and eyes;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Through these she yields thee life that vivifies</l>
						            <l n="4">What else were sorrow's servant &amp; death's thrall.</l>
						            <l n="5">Look on thyself without her, and recall</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The waste remembrance and forlorn surmise</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> That lived but in a dead-drawn breath of sighs</l>
						            <l n="8">O'er vanished hours and hours eventual.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Even so much life hath the poor tress of hair</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Which, stored apart, is all love hath to show</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> For heart-beats and for fire-heats long ago;</l>
						            <l n="12">Even so much life endures unknown, even where,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> 'Mid change the changeless night environeth,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Lies all that golden hair undimmed in death.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="42" image="a.fiz44-69.42.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size:22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.42" type="sonnet" n="42" title="The Love-moon" id="a.8-1869.i44"
                  workcode="8-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Love-Moon</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">When that dead face, bowered in the furthest years,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Which once was all the life years held for thee,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Can now scarce bid the tides of memory</l>
						            <l n="4">Cast on thy soul a little spray of tears,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">How canst thou gaze into these eyes of hers</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Whom now thy heart delights in, and not see</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Within each orb Love's philtred euphrasy</l>
						            <l n="8">Make them of <add>buried troth remembrancers?</add>
							              <del>broken troth the star-chambers?</del>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Nay, pitiful Love, nay, loving Pity! Well</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Thou knowest that in these twain I have confess'd</l>
						            <l n="11">
							              <del>Matins &amp; vespers</del> Two very voices of thy summoning bell.</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1">
							              <del>Ah mercy</del>
							              <add>Nay, Master,</add> shall not Death make manifest</l>
						            <l n="13">In these the <del>mystic</del> culminant changes <add>which approve</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14">The love-moon <del>which</del>
							              <add>that</add> shall light my soul to Love?&#8217;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="43" image="a.fiz44-69.43.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>See also MS of <title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.14-1869.raw">Willowwood IV</xref>
						            </title>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>Fairfax Murray's note added to page on which the manuscript has been mounted</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 17.9x11.1cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.43" type="sonnet" n="43" title="The Morrow's Message"
                  id="a.9-1869.i45"
                  workcode="9-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Morrow's-Message</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">&#8220;Thou ghost,&#8221; I said, &#8220;and is thy name Today?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Yesterday's son, with such <del>a beaten</del>
							              <add>an abject</add> brow!&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And can Tomorrow be more pale than thou?&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="4">While yet I spoke, the silence answered: &#8220;Yea,</l>
						            <l n="5">Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And each beforehand mak<add>es</add>
							              <del>-eth such</del>
							              <add>such poor</add> avow</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As of <del>dead</del>
							              <add>old</add> leaves beneath the budding bough</l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <del>And</del>
							              <add>Or</add> night-drift that the <del>sunbeams cast</del>
							              <add>sundawn shreds</add> away.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Then cried I: &#8220;Mother of many malisons,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!&#8217;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> But therewithal the tremulous silence said:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">&#8220;Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">Yea, twice,&#8212;whereby thy life is still the sun's;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And thrice,&#8212;whereby the shadow of death is dead.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="44" image="a.fiz44-69.44.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="add">
					          <trans>Sleepless Dreams</trans>
					          <desc>Received title copied at top by Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy with corrections; size: 21.9x17.4cm. The cancelled variant lines 9-12 are scripted at the foot on the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.44" type="sonnet" n="44" title="Sleepless Dreams"
                  id="a.10-1869.i46"
                  workcode="10-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sleepless Love</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Set all in jet, yet glimmering like a star,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O vain night sweeter than the nights of youth,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Why should my heart within thy ring, forsooth,</l>
						            <l n="4">Now beat, as the bride's finger-pulses are</l>
						            <l n="5">Quickened within the girdling golden bar?</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth?</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy &amp; Ruth,</l>
						            <l n="8">Tread softly round and gaze at me from far?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Nay, night! would false Love <del>upon</del>
							              <del>spread</del>
							              <add>feign</add> a grove <add>in thee</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> That darkens round <del>my</del>
							              <add>the</add> head with leaves, and bears</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Rest for <del>worn</del>
							              <add>man's</add> eyes and music for <del>sore</del>
							              <add>his</add> ears?</l>
						            <l n="12">O lonely night! art thou not known to me,</l>
						            <l n="9.1">
							              <del>Alas! how brief a grace, how doled to me,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.1">
							              <del>(To us, hard Love! now riots through my spheres</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11.1">
							              <del>Of life, and holds awake mine eyes &amp; ears?</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12.1">
							              <del>O solitary night! thy shade should be &amp;c</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">A thicket hung with masks of mockery</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------------------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="45" image="a.fiz44-69.45.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Manuscript crossed through twice by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>62</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph draft copy, cancelled; size: 21.7x17.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.45" type="sonnet" n="45" title="Sleepless Dreams"
                  id="a.10-1869.i47"
                  workcode="10-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sleepless Love</title>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">
							              <del>Set all in jet, but</del>
							              <add>Girt in dark growths, yet</add> glimmering <del>like a </del>
							              <add>with one</add> star,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O vain night sweeter than the nights of youth,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Why should my heart <del>within [?] </del>
							              <del>within thy ring</del>
							              <add>within thy spell</add>, forsooth,</l>
						            <l n="4">Now beat, as the bride's finger-pulses are</l>
						            <l n="5">Quickened within the girdling golden bar?</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> What wings are these that fan my pillow smooth?</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And why does Sleep, waved back by Joy and Ruth,</l>
						            <l n="8">Tread softly round and gaze at me from far?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Nay, night! would false Love <del>feign [?] </del>
							              <add>counterfeit</add> in thee</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del> [indecipherable text] </del>
							              <add>The shadowy palpitating grove that bears</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Rest for man's eyes and music for his ears?</l>
						            <l n="12">O lonely night! art thou not known to me,</l>
						            <l n="13">A thicket hung with masks of mockery</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And watered with the wasteful warmth of tears?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="45v" image="a.fiz44-69.45v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>DGR has crossed out the sonnet</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy; 21.7x17.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.46" type="sonnet" n="46" title="English May" id="a.26-1869.i48"
                  workcode="26-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>May 1869</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Would God your health were as this month of May</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Should be, were this not Englnd,&#8212;and your face</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Abroad, to give the gracious sunshine grace</l>
						            <l n="4">And laugh beneath the budding hawthorne spray!</l>
						            <l n="5">But here the hedgerows pine from green to grey</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> While yet May's lyre is tuning, and her song</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Is weak in shade that should in sun be strong,</l>
						            <l n="8">And your pulse springs not to so faint a lay.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">If in my life be breath of Italy,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Would God that I might yield it all <del>for</del>
							              <add>to</add> you!</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> So, when such grafted warmth had burgeoned through</l>
						            <l n="12">The languor of your Maytime's hawthorne tree,</l>
						            <l n="13">My spirit at rest should walk unseen &amp; see</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The garland of your beauty bloom anew.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="46" image="a.fiz44-69.46.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>41</del> 40</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy corrected; size: 22.2x17.6cm. The title seems to have been added to the MS after the text was composed.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.47" type="sonnet" n="47" title="Severed Selves" id="a.21-1871.i49"
                  workcode="21-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Between Meetings</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Two separate divided silences,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Which, brought together, would find loving voice;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Two glances which together would rejoice</l>
						            <l n="4">In love, now lost like stars beyond <del>the</del>
							              <add>dark</add> trees;</l>
						            <l n="5">Two hands apart whose touch alone gives ease;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1" part="i"> Two <del>mouths which as two fire-flakes of flame</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1" part="f">
							              <add>bosoms which, heart-shrined with mutual flame,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Would, meeting in one <del>kiss</del>
							              <add>clasp</add>, be made the same;</l>
						            <l n="8">Two souls, the shores wave-mocked of sundering seas:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Such are we now. <del>; yet</del>
							              <add>Ah!</add> may our hope forecast</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>Haply</del>
							              <add>Indeed</add> one hour again, when on this stream</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of darkened love once more the light shall gleam?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">An hour how slow to come, how quickly past,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">Which blooms and fades, and only leaves at last,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Faint as <del>dead</del>
							              <add>shed</add> flowers, the attenuated dream.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="46v" image="a.fiz44-69.46v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>Mem.<lb/>
						            <del>To couple this with the piece now called the <lb/>Water Willow, &amp; to call them jointly &#8212;<lb/> Parted Presence I. Worlds/Lands Apart or From Land to Land <lb/>II.
							Worlds Apart &amp; From World to World <lb/>Between Land <lb/>Between World <lb/>Life Parted <lb/>Death Parted</del>
						            <lb/>The two following poems to be <lb/>finally called <lb/>Parted Presence <lb/>1. A Life-Parting <lb/>2. A Death-Parting </trans>
					          <desc>At the top of the page are DGR's notes for alterations in the titles of the poems that come to us as &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.3-1875.raw">Parted Presence</xref>
						            </title>&#8221; and &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.1-1876.raw">A Death-Parting</xref>
						            </title>.&#8221; It is clear that this sheet's notations were made around the time of the composition of &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.3-1875.raw">Parted Presence</xref>
						            </title>&#8221; (1875-1876), and not of the sonnet on the overleaf (1871).</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.48" type="lyric" n="47" title="Parted Presence" id="a.3-1875.i50"
                  workcode="3-1875">
					          <divheader>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            <note>The fragment of the poem is written at the bottom of the page.</note>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="septet">
						            <l n="1" r="22">Your voice is not on the air,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1" r="23"> Yet, love, I can hear your voice;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1" r="24"> It bids my heart to rejoice</l>
						            <l n="4" r="25">As knowing your heart is there,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5" r="26">A music sent to declare</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1" r="27"> The truth of your steadfast choice.</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1" r="28"> O love, how sweet is your voice!</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="47" image="a.fiz44-69.47.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>May Morris fair copy with DGR's corrections; size:22.2x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.49" type="sonnet" n="48" title="Through Death to Love"
                  id="a.22-1871.i51"
                  workcode="22-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Through Death to Love</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Like labour-laden moonclouds faint to flee</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> From winds that sweep the winter-bitten wold,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Like multiform circumfluence manifold</l>
						            <l n="4">Of <del>the stark night</del>
							              <add>night's flood-tide</add>,&#8212;like terrors that agree</l>
						            <l n="5">Of <del>fire dumb</del>
							              <add>hoarse-</add> tongued <add>fire</add> and inarticulate sea,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Even such, within some glass dimmed by our breath,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Our hearts discern wild images of Death,</l>
						            <l n="8">Shadows and shoals that edge eternity.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Howbeit athwart Death's imminent shade doth soar</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> One Power, than flow of stream or flight of dove</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Sweeter to glide around, to brood above.</l>
						            <l n="12">Tell me, my heart,&#8212;what angel-greeted door</l>
						            <l n="13">Or threshold of wing-winnowed threshing-floor</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Hath <del>lord</del>
							              <add>guest</add> fire-fledged as thine, whose <del>guest</del>
							              <del>life</del>
							              <add>lord</add> is Love?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="48" image="a.fiz44-69.48.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>4[?]</del> 48</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.50" type="sonnet" n="49" title="Hope Overtaken" id="a.23-1871.i52"
                  workcode="23-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Hope Overtaken</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">I deemed thy garments, O my Hope, were grey,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> So far I viewed thee. Now the space between</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Is passed at length; and garmented in green</l>
						            <l n="4">Even as in days of yore thou stand'st to-day.</l>
						            <l n="5">Ah God! and but for lingering dull dismay,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> On all that road our footsteps erst had been</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Even thus commingled, and our shadows seen</l>
						            <l n="8">Blent on the hedgerows and the water-way.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O Hope of mine whose eyes are living love,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> No eyes but hers,&#8212;O Love and Hope the same!&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Lean close to me, for now the sinking sun</l>
						            <l n="12">That warmed our feet scarce gilds our hair above.</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> O hers thy lips <add>voice</add> and very hers thy name!</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Alas, cling round me, for the day is done!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="49" image="a.fiz44-69.49.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>4[?]</del> 49</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.51" type="sonnet" n="50" title="Love and Hope" id="a.24-1871.i53"
                  workcode="24-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love &amp; Hope</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris </scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Kiss once again. <add>Thank?</add>
							              <add>Bless Love and Hope</add> Full many a withered year</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Whirled past us, eddying to its chill doomsday;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And clasped together where the blown leaves lay,</l>
						            <l n="4">We long have knelt and wept full many a tear.</l>
						            <l n="5">Yet lo! one hour at last, the Spring's compeer,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Flutes softly to us from some green byway:</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Those years, those tears are dead, but only they:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">Kiss once again, my love <add>Bless love and hope, mine own</add>; for we are here.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Cling heart to heart; nor of this hour demand</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Whether in very truth, when we are dead,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Our hearts shall wake to know Love's golden head</l>
						            <l n="12">Sole sunshine of the imperishable land;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Or but discern, through night's unfeatured scope,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Scorn-fired at length the illusive eyes of Hope.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="50" image="a.fiz44-69.50.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>50</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's numbering added to establish the sonnet's position in thew sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.52" type="sonnet" n="51" title="Cloud and Wind" id="a.25-1871.i54"
                  workcode="25-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Cloud and Wind</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Love, should I fear death most for you or me?</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Yet if you die, can I not follow you,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who</l>
						            <l n="4">Shall wrest a bond from night's inveteracy,</l>
						            <l n="5">Ere yet my hazardous soul put forth, to be</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Her warrant against all her haste might rue?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Ah! in your eyes so reached what dumb adieu,</l>
						            <l n="8">What unsunned gyres of waste eternity?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And if I die first, shall death be then</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> A lampless watchtower whence I see you weep?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Or (woe is me!) a bed wherein my sleep</l>
						            <l n="12">Ne'er notes (as death's dear cup at last you drain,)</l>
						            <l n="13">The hour when you too learn that all is vain</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="51" image="a.fiz44-69.51.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>45</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence; positioned left of the title.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>23</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Fair copy, holograph; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.53" type="sonnet" n="52" title="Secret Parting" id="a.11-1869.i55"
                  workcode="11-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Secret Parting</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Because our talk was of the cloud-control</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And moon-track of the journeying face of Fate,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Her kisses faltered at their ivory gate<del>,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4">And her eyes dreamed towards a distant goal:</l>
						            <l n="5">But soon, remembering her how brief the whole</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of joy, which its own hours annihilate,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Her set gaze gathered, thirstier than of late,</l>
						            <l n="8">And as she kissed, her mouth became her soul.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Thence in what ways we wandered, and how strove</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To build with fire-tried vows the piteous home</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Which memory haunts &amp; whither sleep may roam,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">They only know for whom the roof of Love</l>
						            <l n="13">Is the still-seated secret of the grove,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Nor spire may rise nor bell be heard therefrom.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="52" image="a.fiz44-69.52.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.54" type="sonnet" n="53" title="Parted Love" id="a.12-1869.i56"
                  workcode="12-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XLVI. <lb/>Parted Love</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What shall be said of this embattled day</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And armèd occupation of this night</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> By all thy foes beleaguered, now when sight</l>
						            <l n="4">Nor sound denotes the loved one far away?</l>
						            <l n="5">Of these thy vanquished hours what shalt thou say,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> As every sense to which she dealt delight</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Now labours lonely o'er the stark noon-height</l>
						            <l n="8">To reach the sunset's desolate disarray?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Stand still, fond fettered wretch! while Memory's art</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Parades the Past before thy face, and lures</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Thy spirit to her passionate portraitures:</l>
						            <l n="12">Till the tempestuous tide-gates flung apart</l>
						            <l n="13">Flood with wild will the hollows of thy heart,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And thy heart rends thee, and thy body endures.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="53" image="a.fiz44-69.53.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.55" type="sonnet" n="54" title="Broken Music" id="a.1-1852.i57"
                  workcode="1-1852">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XLVII. <lb/>Broken Music</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> But breathless with averted eyes elate</l>
						            <l n="4">She sits, with open lips and open ears,</l>
						            <l n="5">That it may call her twice. Mid doubts and fears</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Thus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> A central moan for days, at length found tongue,</l>
						            <l n="8">And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But now, whatever while the soul is fain</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To list that wonted murmur, as it were</l>
						            <l n="11">The speech-bound sea-shell's low importunate strain,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> No breath of song, thy voice alone is there,</l>
						            <l n="13">O bitterly beloved! and all her gain</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Is but the pang of unpermitted prayer.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="54" image="a.fiz44-69.54.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>The first draft of this sonnet appears to be that on the reverse of Lost on Both Sides&#8212; Sonnet 91. It is dated &#8220;Dies Atra 1st May 1869.&#8221; A second much
						cancelled draft is on the reverse of the Landmark Sonnet 57 the following is a clear copy of this</trans>
					          <desc>Note by Fairfax Murray along right margin of the text.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy; size: 17.6x10.8cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.56" type="sonnet" n="55" title="Death-in-love" id="a.13-1869.i58"
                  workcode="13-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Death-in-Love</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">There came an image in Life's retinue</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Fair was the web, and nobly wrought thereon,</l>
						            <l n="4">O soul-sequestered face, thy form and hue!</l>
						            <l n="5">Bewildering sounds, such as Spring wakens to,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Shook in its folds; and through my heart its power</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Sped trackless as the immemorable hour</l>
						            <l n="8">When birth's dark portal groaned and all was new.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But a veiled woman followed, and she caught</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The banner rounds its staff, to furl and cling,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Then plucked a feather from the bearer's wing,</l>
						            <l n="12">And held it to his lips that stirred it not,</l>
						            <l n="13">And said to me, &#8220;Behold, there is no breath:</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> I and this Love are one, and I am Death.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="55" image="a.fiz44-69.55.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>Dante &amp; Beatrice</trans>
					          <desc>Note written along right margin of the text by Charles Fairfax Murray; it refers to the drawing <title level="pic">
							              <hi rend="i">
								                <xref doc="a.sa205.raw">Dante and Beatrice</xref>
							              </hi>
						            </title>, the sketch on the verso of this page.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>The sonnet is cancelled with two strokes across the text</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy with corrections; size:21.6x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.57" type="sonnet" n="56" title="Willowwood I" id="a.14a-1869.i59"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="a">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Willowwood I</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <delspan>
                  <lg n="1" type="octave">
						               <l n="1">I sat with Love upon a <del>little</del>
							                 <add>woodside</add> well,</l>
						               <l n="2" indent="1"> Leaning across the water, I and he;</l>
						               <l n="3" indent="1"> Nor ever did he speak nor looked at me,</l>
						               <l n="4">But touched his lute wherein was audible</l>
						               <l n="5">The certain secret thing he had to tell:</l>
						               <l n="6" indent="1"> Only our mirrored eyes met silently</l>
						               <l n="7" indent="1"> In the low wave; and that sound came to be</l>
						               <l n="8">The passionate voice I knew; and my tears fell.</l>
					             </lg>
					             <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						               <l n="9">And at their fall, his eyes beneath grew hers;</l>
						               <l n="10">And with his foot and with his wing-feathers</l>
						               <l n="11" indent="1"> He swept the <del>lymph</del>
							                 <add>spring</add> that watered my heart's drouth.</l>
						               <l n="12">Then the dark ripples spread to waving hair,</l>
						               <l n="13">And as I stooped, her own lips rising there</l>
						               <l n="14" indent="1"> Bubbled with brimming kisses at my mouth.</l>
					             </lg>
               </delspan>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="55v" image="a.sa205.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Pencil Sketch, 21.6 x 17.7 cm. It may illustrate the sonnet on the reverse side, &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.14-1869.raw">Willowwood I.</xref>
						            </title>.&#8221; It depicts Dante, carrying a book, looking back at Beatrice who is passing him; there are stairs sketched in at the right. The sketch is clearly a version of the left
						panel of <xref doc="a.s116.rap">The Salutation of Beatrice</xref> .</note>
				        </pageheader>
				
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.58" type="section" n="56a" title="Dante and Beatrice"
                  workcode="sa205"
                  rltdobject="s116">
					          <p>
						            <xptr doc="a.sa205.rap" workcode="sa205"/>
						            <figure entity="a.sa205.tif" title="Dante and Beatrice" workcode="sa205">
							              <figdesc>Pencil Sketch, 21.6 x 17.7 cm.</figdesc>
						            </figure>
					          </p>
				        </div1>
				
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="56" image="a.fiz44-69.56.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>The sonnet is cancelled with two cross strokes. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 21.8x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.59" type="sonnet" n="57" title="Willowwood II" id="a.14b-1869.i60"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="b">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>II</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">And now Love sang: <del>and</del>
							              <add>but</add> his was such a song,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> So meshed with half-remembrance hard to free,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> As souls disused in death's sterility</l>
						            <l n="4">May sing when the new birthday tarries long.</l>
						            <l n="5">And I was made aware of a dumb throng</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> That stood aloof, one form by every tree,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <del>Each a known form</del>
							              <add>All mournful forms</add>, for each was I or she,</l>
						            <l n="8">The shades of those our days that had no tongue.</l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <add>Those shadows of our days [?]ed among</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">They looked on us, and knew us and were known;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> While fast together, <del>drenched with tears of bliss</del>
							              <add>alive from the abyss,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.1" indent="1">
							              <add>While locked together in tears that Love calls his</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Clung the soul-wrung implacable close kiss;</l>
						            <l n="12">And pity of self through all made broken moan</l>
						            <l n="13">Which said, &#8216;For once, for once, for once alone!&#8217;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And still Love sang, and what he sang was this:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="56v" image="a.fiz44-69.56v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Text cancelled with two cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>58</trans>
					          <desc>Number added, not by DGR, at top right hand corner</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Corrected holograph fair copy; size:21.8x17.6cm. Beneath the text, there appears to be a rough sketch of a woman's draped arm and shoulder.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.60" type="sonnet" n="58" title="Compenso" id="a.48-1869.i61"
                  workcode="48-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">O bocca che nell' ora del compenso</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Tante volte baciai, e tante volte</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Sentii da te, con mille voti accolte,</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <foreign lang="italian">
								                <del>Parole [?] d'un</del>
								                <add>Quella parola</add> d'immortal<del>e</del>
								                <del>assenso</del>
								                <add>consenso</add>:&#8212;</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <foreign lang="italian">O possa dei tuoi baci il sacro incenso</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Ravvolger sempre in nuvole più folte</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Le antiche tante omai larve sepolte,</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Empiendo il ciel del nostro amore immenso!</foreign>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Vieni, beata bocca, O vieni ancora!</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">
								                <del>Lunghe da te</del>
								                <add>Pensando a te</add>, l'amor<del>e</del> da te disìa</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian"> Dolce rugiada in <del>ben rosata</del>
								                <add>calorosa</add> via. <add>in roseata via(?)</add>
							              </foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Non sei tu quella in cui ora ed ogn'ora</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">Io vivo sol,&#8212; cui sol nell'alma mia</foreign>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <foreign lang="italian">La vita, e la morte, e l'amorè, adora? <add>implora</add>
							              </foreign>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------------------</ornlb>
					          <closer>
						            <dateline>Maggio 1869</dateline>
					          </closer>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="57" image="a.fiz44-69.57.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected; size: 22x17cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.61" type="sonnet" n="59" title="Willowwood III" id="a.14c-1869.i62"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="c">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Willowwood</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">O ye, <del>that walk,</del>
							              <add>all ye</add> that walk in Willowwood,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That walk with hollow faces burning white;</l>
						            <l n="3">What <del>depth, alas!</del>
							              <add>fathom-depth</add> of soul-struck widowhood,</l>
						            <l n="4" indent="1"> What long, what longer <del>years</del>
							              <add>hours,</add> one <del>longest</del>
							              <add>lifelong</add> night,</l>
						            <l n="5">Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Your <del>hearts to rest</del>
							              <add>last hope lost</add>, who so in vain invite</l>
						            <l n="7">Your lips <del>to feast on their forbidden food</del>
							              <add>unto their unforgotten food,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8" indent="1"> Ere ye, <del>again</del>
							              <add>ere ye</add> again<del>,</del> shall see the light!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">
							              <del>Yea view</del>
							              <add>Alas!</add> the bitter banks in Willowwood,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>Where</del>
							              <add>With</add> grief-spurge <del>grows and</del>
							              <add>wan, with</add> shame-wort burning red:</l>
						            <l n="11">
							              <del>O God</del>
							              <add>Alas!</add> if ever such a pillow could</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Give rest at all to any weary head,</l>
						            <l n="13">O God alone unknown, the God of good,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> How could it be till brain and soul were dead?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="58" image="a.fiz44-69.58.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>59</trans>
					          <desc>Number written at top right hand corner, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Text cancelled with two large strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Corrected holograph fair copy; size: 21.6x16.7cm. The variants for lines 12-14 are at the bottom of the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.62" type="sonnet" n="60" title="Willowwood III" id="a.14c-1869.i63"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="c">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>III</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">&#8216;O ye, all ye that walk in Willowwood,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That walk with hollow faces burning white;</l>
						            <l n="3">What fathom-depth of soul-struck widowhood,</l>
						            <l n="4" indent="1"> What long, what longer hours, one lifelong night,</l>
						            <l n="5">Ere ye again, who so in vain have wooed</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Your last hope lost, who so in vain invite</l>
						            <l n="7">Your lips to that their unforgotten food,</l>
						            <l n="8" indent="1"> Ere ye, ere ye again <del>may</del>
							              <add>shall</add> see the light!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Alas! the bitter banks <del>of</del>
							              <add>in</add> Willowwood,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> With <del>grief-spurge</del>
							              <add>tear-spurge</add> wan, with <del>love-wort</del>
							              <add>blood-wort</add> burning red:</l>
						            <l n="11">Alas! if <del>only</del>
							              <add>ever</add> such a pillow could</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Steep deep <del>your life</del>
							              <add>the soul</add> in sleep till <del>it</del>
							              <add>she</add> were dead,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">Better <del>the very soul cease</del>
							              <add>all life forget her</add> than this thing,</l>
						            <l n="14">That Willowwood should hold <del>your</del>
							              <add>her</add> wandering!&#8221;</l>
						            <addspan>
							              <l n="11.1">Alas! if ever such a pillow could</l>
							              <l n="12.1"> Give rest at all to any weary head,</l>
							              <l n="13.1">O God alone unknown, the God of good,</l>
							              <l n="14.1"> How should it be till brain &amp; soul were dead!</l>
						            </addspan>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="58v" image="a.fiz44-69.58v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected; size: 21.6x16.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.63" type="sonnet" n="61" title="The Kiss" id="a.4-1869.i64"
                  workcode="4-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Kiss</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What <del>withering foulness in life's</del>
							              <add>smouldering</add>
							              <del>obsolete</del>
							              <del>transitive</del> senses in <del>life's</del>
							              <add>death's</add> sick delay</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Or seizure of malign vicissitude</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Can rob this body of honour, or denude</l>
						            <l n="4">This soul of wedding-raiment, worn today?</l>
						            <l n="5">For lo! even now my lady's lips did play</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> With these my lips such <del>jubilant</del>
							              <add>consonant</add> interlude</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As <del>mighty</del>
							              <add>laurelled</add> Orpheus <del>won not</del>
							              <add>longed for</add> when he wooed</l>
						            <l n="8">The half-drawn hungering face with that last lay.</l>
						            <l n="7.1">
							              <del>As never yet Apollo's mastering word</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <del>Won from the winds to yield his roundelay</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7.2">
							              <del>As never Orpheus love-bewildered word</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8.2">
							              <del>Won from his love with that last roundelay</del>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">I was a child beneath her touch,&#8212;a man</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> When breast to breast we clung, even I and she,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> A spirit when her spirit looked through me,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">A god when <del>these our</del>
							              <add>all our</add> life-breath<del>s</del> met to fan</l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>Our</del>
							              <del>The</del>
							              <add>Our</add> life-blood, till <del>the imperial</del>
							              <add>love's emulous</add>
							              <del>immingling</del>
							              <del>ambrosial</del>
							              <del>affluent</del>
							              <del>Love's orient</del> ardours ran,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Fire within fire, desire in deity.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="59" image="a.fiz44-69.59.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph draft; size: 22x16.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.64" type="sonnet" n="62" title="Willowwood IV" id="a.14d-1869.i65"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="d">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>IV</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">So sang he: and as meeting rose &amp; rose</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Together cling through the wind's wellaway,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Nor fell at once, yet near the end of day</l>
						            <l n="4">The leaves drop loosened till the heart-stain flows,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So when the song died did the kiss unclose;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And <del>the</del>
							              <add>her</add> face fell back drowned, and in the grey</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Still water nothing but my own face lay:</l>
						            <l n="8">How thence I went, I know not if Love knows.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">I know that here in Willowwood I <del>shall</del>
							              <add>fare</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>With her the parted paths</del>
							              <add>For ever to and fro,</add> but here no spell</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> To find again with her the vanished well:</l>
						            <l n="12">And in what glade she waits, and holds her hair</l>
						            <l n="13">Aside, and listens to the sunken air,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The talking willows know but may not tell.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="60" image="a.fiz44-69.60.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 21.9x16.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.65" type="sonnet" n="63" title="Willowwood IV" id="a.14d-1869.i66"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="d">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>IV</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Together cling through the wind's wellaway</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Nor change at once, yet near the end of day</l>
						            <l n="4">The leaves drop loosened till the heart-stain flows,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So when the song died did the kiss unclose;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And her face fell back drowned, <del>and in the grey</del>
							              <add>and as it lay</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <del>Of the water nothing but my own face lay:</del>
							              <add>And [?] like the eyes the face grew grey</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">How thence I went I know not if Love knows.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">I know that here in Willowwood I fare</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> For ever to and fro, but here no spell</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>To find again with her</del>
							              <add>To track my footprints to</add> the vanished well:</l>
						            <l n="12">And in what <del>glades</del>
							              <add>glade<del>s</del>
							              </add> she <del>waits</del>
							              <add>seeks</add>, and holds her hair</l>
						            <l n="13">Aside, and listens to the sunken air,</l>
						            <l n="14.1">
							              <del>The talking <del>whispering</del> willows know but may not tell.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.2">
							              <del>The willows &amp; these waters may not tell.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.3">
							              <del>The whispers of these willows will not tell.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The willows &amp; these waters may not tell.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="61" image="a.fiz44-69.61.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Text crossed through with two strokes. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>60</trans>
					          <desc>Number added in upper right hand corner, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 21.7x16.9cm. The variant lines 9-14 are written as a unit at the bottom of the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.66" type="sonnet" n="64" title="Willowwood IV" id="a.14d-1869.i67"
                  workcode="14-1869"
                  subset="d">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>IV</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">So sang he: and as meeting rose and rose</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Together cling through the wind's wellaway</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Nor change at once, yet near the end of day</l>
						            <l n="4">The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So when the song died did the kiss unclose;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As its grey eyes; and if <del>I</del>
							              <add>it</add> ever may</l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <del>Behold it more</del>
							              <add>Meet mine again</add> I know not if Love knows.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Only I know that I leaned low and drank</l>
						            <l n="10">A long draught <del>of</del>
							              <add>from</add> the water where she sank,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Her breath and all her tears and <del>all her</del>
							              <add>her whole</add> soul:</l>
						            <l n="12">And as I drank, I know I felt Love's face</l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>Laid on my neck</del>
							              <add>Pressed on my neck</add> with moan of pity and grace,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Till both our heads were in his aureole.</l>
						            <addspan>
							              <l n="9.1">I know that here in Willowwood I fare</l>
							              <l n="10.1">For ever to and fro, but here no spell</l>
							              <l n="11.1">To track my footprints to the vanished well:</l>
							              <l n="12.1">And in what glade she seeks, &amp; holds her hair</l>
							              <l n="13.1">Aside, and listens to the sunken air,</l>
							              <l n="14.1">These whispering trees have heard but may not tell.</l>
						            </addspan>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="61v" image="a.fiz44-69.61v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected fair copy; size: 21.7x16.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.67" type="sonnet" n="65" title="The Morrow's Message"
                  id="a.9-1869.i68"
                  workcode="9-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Morrow's-Message</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">
							              <del>O thou sad ghost</del>
							              <add>&#8220;Thou Ghost,&#8221; I said,</add> &#8220;and is thy name Today?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Yesterday's son, with such an <del>beaten</del>
							              <add>abject</add> brow!&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And can Tomorrow be more pale than thou?&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="4">While yet I spoke, the silence answered: &#8220;Yea,</l>
						            <l n="5">Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And each beforehand <del>maketh</del> make<add>s</add>
							              <del>vile</del>
							              <add>such poor</add> avow</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As of <del>dead</del>
							              <add>old</add> leaves beneath the budding bough</l>
						            <l n="8">Or night-drift that the <del>sunshine casts</del>
							              <add>sundawn shreds</add> away.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Then cried I: &#8220;Mother of many malisons,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> But therewithal the tremulous silence said:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">&#8220;Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">Yea, twice,&#8212;whereby thy life is still the sun's;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And thrice,&#8212;whereby the shadow of death is dead.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="62" image="a.fiz44-69.62.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>54</del> 53</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>copy with three DGR corrections; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.68" type="sonnet" n="66" title="Without Her" id="a.26-1871.i69"
                  workcode="26-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Without Her</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What of her glass without her? The blank grey</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Her dress without her? The tossed empty space</l>
						            <l n="4">Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.</l>
						            <l n="5">Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Without her? Tears, ah me! for love's good grace,</l>
						            <l n="8">And cold forgetfulness of night or day.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What of <del>my</del>
							              <add>the</add> heart without her? Nay, <del>my</del>
							              <add>poor</add> heart,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,</l>
						            <l n="12">Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,</l>
						            <l n="13">Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Sheds doubled darkness <del>o'er</del>
							              <add>up</add> the labouring hill.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="63" image="a.fiz44-69.63.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>copy with one DGR correction; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>54</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for positioning the sonnet in the sequence</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.69" type="sonnet" n="67" title="Love's Fatality" id="a.27-1871.i70"
                  workcode="27-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Fatality</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sweet Love,&#8212;but oh! most dread Desire of Love</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Life-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to hand:</l>
						            <l n="4">And one was eyed as the blue vault above:</l>
						            <l n="5">But hope tempestuous like a fire-cloud hove</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> I' the other's gaze, even as in his whose wand</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Vainly all night with spell-<del>girt</del>
							              <add>wrought</add> power has spann'd</l>
						            <l n="8">The unyielding caves of some deep treasure-trove.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Also his lips, two writhen flakes of flame,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Made moan : &#8220;Alas O Love, thus leashed with me!</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Wing-footed thou, wing-shouldered, once born free:</l>
						            <l n="12">And I, thy cowering self, in chains grown tame,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="13">Bound to thy body and soul, named with thy name,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Life's iron heart, even Love's Fatality.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="64" image="a.fiz44-69.64.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>print this after Willowwood page 122</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note to the printer, written beside the title</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy, possibly draft copy; size: 22.2x17.6cm. There is a swirling tubular doodle below text of the poem. </note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.70" type="sonnet" n="68" title="Stillborn Love" id="a.10-1870.i71"
                  workcode="10-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Stillborn <del>Joy</del>
							              <add>Love</add>
							              <del>The Children's Hour</del>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The hour which might have been yet might not be,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Which man's and woman's heart conceived &amp; bore</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Yet whereof life was barren,&#8212;on what shore</l>
						            <l n="4">Bides it the breaking of Time's weary sea?</l>
						            <l n="5">Bondchild of all consummate joys set free,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> It <add>somewhere</add> sighs and serves, and <del>standing</del> mute before</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> The house of Love, hears through the echoing door</l>
						            <l n="8">His hours elect in choral consonancy.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But lo! what wedded souls now hand in hand</l>
						            <l n="10">
							              <del>With blending footprints tread at last the strand</del>
							              <add>Together tread at last the immortal strand</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> With eyes where burning memory lights love home?</l>
						            <l n="12">Lo! how the little outcast hour has turned</l>
						            <l n="13">And leaped to them and in their faces yearned:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> &#8220;I am your child: O parents, ye have come!&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="65" image="a.fiz44-69.65.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.71" type="poem group" n="69" title="True Woman" id="a.3-1881.i72"
                  workcode="3-1881">
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.6cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>
							              <del>55</del> 56</trans>
						            <desc>two numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <div2 anchor="0.2.71.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="True Woman I. Herself"
                     id="a.3a-1881.i73"
                     workcode="3-1881"
                     subset="a">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>True Woman.<lb/> I</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <l n="1">To be a sweetness more desired than Spring;</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> A bodily beauty more acceptable</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> Than the wild rose-tree's arch that crowns the fell;</l>
							              <l n="4">To be an essance more environing</l>
							              <l n="5">Than wine's drained juice; a music ravishing</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> More than the passionate pulse of Philomel;&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> To be all this 'neath one soft bosom's swell</l>
							              <l n="8">That is the flower of life:&#8212;how strange a thing!</l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">How strange a thing to be what Man can know</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> But as a sacred secret! Heaven's own screen</l>
							              <l n="11">Hides her soul's purest depth &amp; loveliest glow;</l>
							              <l n="12" indent="1"> Closely withheld, as all things most unseen,&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="13" indent="1"> The wave-bowered pearl,&#8212;the heart-shaped seal of green</l>
							              <l n="14">That flecks the snowdrop underneath the snow.</l>
						            </lg>
					          </div2>
					          <epage/>
					          <page n="66" image="a.fiz44-69.66.tif"/>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>57</trans>
						            <desc>two numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.6cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.2.71.2" type="sonnet" n="2" title="True Woman II. Her Love"
                     id="a.3b-1881.i74"
                     workcode="3-1881"
                     subset="b">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>True Woman . II</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <l n="1">She loves him; for her infinite soul is Love,</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> And he her lodestar. Passion in her is</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> A glass facing his fire, where the bright bliss</l>
							              <l n="4">Is mirrored, and the heat returned. Yet move</l>
							              <l n="5">That glass, a stranger's amorous flame to prove,</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> And it shall turn, by instant contraries,</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> Ice to the moon; while her pure fire to his</l>
							              <l n="8">For whom it burns, clings close i' the heart's alcove.</l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">Lo! they are one. With wifely breast to breast</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> And circling arms, she welcomes all command</l>
							              <l n="11" indent="1"> Of love,&#8212;her soul to answering ardours fann'd:</l>
							              <l n="12">Yet as morn springs or twilight sinks to rest,</l>
							              <l n="13">Ah! who shall say she deems not loveliest</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> The hour of sisterly sweet hand-in-hand?</l>
						            </lg>
						            <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
					          </div2>
					          <epage/>
					          <page n="67" image="a.fiz44-69.67.tif"/>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>52 55</trans>
						            <desc>two numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.2.71.3" type="sonnet" n="3" title="True Woman III. Her Heaven"
                     id="a.3c-1881.i75"
                     workcode="3-1881"
                     subset="c">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>True Woman. III</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <l n="1">If to grow old in Heaven is to grow young,</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> (As the Seer saw and said,) then blest were he</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> With youth for evermore, whose heaven should be</l>
							              <l n="4">True Woman, she whom these weak notes have sung,</l>
							              <l n="5">Here and hereafter,&#8212;choir-strains of her tongue,&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> Sky-spaces of her eyes,&#8212;sweet signs that flee</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> About her soul's immediate sanctuary,&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="8">Were Paradise all uttermost worlds among.</l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">The sunrise blooms and withers on the hill</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> Like any hillflower; and the noblest troth</l>
							              <l n="11" indent="1"> Dies here to dust. Yet shall Heaven's promise clothe</l>
							              <l n="12">Even yet those lovers who have treasured still</l>
							              <l n="13" indent="1"> This test for love:&#8212;in every kiss sealed fast</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> To feel the first kiss and forbode the last.</l>
						            </lg>
						            <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          </div2>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="68" image="a.fiz44-69.68.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>59</trans>
					          <desc>number written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph copy, heavily corrected; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.72" type="sonnet" n="69" title="Love's Last Gift"
                  id="a.28-1871.i76"
                  workcode="28-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Last Gift</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Love <del>held to me</del>
							              <add>to his singer held</add> a glistening <del>laurel</del> leaf,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And said: &#8220;The rose-tree and the apple-tree</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee;</l>
						            <l n="4">And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf</l>
						            <l n="5">Of the great harvest-marshal, the year's chief,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Victorous Summer; <del>yea</del>
							              <add>aye</add>, and 'neath warm sea</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably</l>
						            <l n="8">Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang</l>
						            <l n="12">From those worse things the wind is moaning of.</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Only this laurel dreads no winter days;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1" part="i">
							              <del>It is my last gift, brother; sing my praise.&#8221;</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1" part="f">
							              <add>Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.&#8221;</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.1">
							              <del>Take my last gift, for thou hast sung my praise</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.2" indent="3">
							              <del>O singer of my</del>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="69" image="a.fiz44-69.69.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>59</trans>
					          <desc>number written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.2.73" type="sonnet" n="70" title="Love's Last Gift"
                  id="a.28-1871.i77"
                  workcode="28-1871">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Love's Last Gift</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And said: &#8220;The rose-tree and the apple-tree</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee;</l>
						            <l n="4">And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf</l>
						            <l n="5">Of the great harvest-marshal, the year's chief,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Victorous Summer; aye, and 'neath warm sea</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably</l>
						            <l n="8">Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang</l>
						            <l n="12">From those worse things the wind is moaning of.</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Only this laurel dreads no winter days:</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
			      </div0>
			      <epage/>
			      <page n="70" image="a.fiz44-69.70.tif"/>
			      <pageheader>
				        <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
			      </pageheader>
			      <div0 anchor="0.3" type="section" n="3" title="Part II. Change and Fate"
               id="a.18-1881.i78"
               workcode="18-1881">
				        <divheader>
					          <title>Part II <ornlb>------</ornlb>
						            <lb/>Change and Fate <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          </title>
				        </divheader>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="71" image="a.fiz44-69.71.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>80</del> 60</trans>
					          <desc>two numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>corrected draft holograph; size: 22.2x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="Transfigured Life" id="a.2-1873.i79"
                  workcode="2-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Evolved Unlikeness.</del>
							              <add>Transfigured Life.</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As growth of form or momentary glance</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> In a child's features will recall to mind</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The father's with the mother's face combin'd,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">Sweet interchange that memories still enhance:<del>&#8212;</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="5">And yet, as childhood's years and youth's advance,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The gradual mouldings leave one stamp behind,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <del>And</del>
							              <add>Till</add> in <add>the</add> blended likeness now we find</l>
						            <l n="8">A separate man's or woman's countenance:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">
							              <del>So in such wise</del>
							              <add>So in the Song</add>, the singer's Joy and Pain,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>Song's</del>
							              <add>Its</add> very parents, <del>'neath his power</del>
							              <add>evermore</add> expand</l>
						            <l n="11">To bid the passion's <del>fullgrown birth remain</del>
							              <del>symbolled growth</del>
							              <add>fullgrown birth remain,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> By Art's transfiguring essance subtly spann'd;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And from that song-cloud shaped as a man's hand</l>
						            <l n="14">There comes the <del>[?]</del>
							              <add>sound</add> as of abundant rain.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="72" image="a.fiz44-69.72.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>60</trans>
					          <desc>number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The title of the second section of the sonnet sequence is written above the title of the sonnet.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.2" type="sonnet" n="2" title="Transfigured Life" id="a.2-1873.i80"
                  workcode="2-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Part II. Change and Fate <ornlb>------------------------</ornlb>
							              <lb/>Sonnet <del>60</del> LX <lb/>Transfigured Life</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As growth of form or momentary glance</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> In a child's features will recall to mind</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The father's with the mother's face combin'd,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">Sweet interchange that memories still enhance:</l>
						            <l n="5">And yet, as childhood's years &amp; youth's advance,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The gradual mouldings leave one stamp behind,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Till in the blended likeness now we find</l>
						            <l n="8">A separate man's or woman's countenance:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">So in the Song, the singer's Joy and Pain,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Its very parents, evermore expand</l>
						            <l n="11">To bid the passion's fullgrown birth remain,</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> By Art's transfiguring essance subtly spann'd;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And from that song-cloud shaped as a man's hand</l>
						            <l n="14">There comes the sound as of abundant rain.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="72v" image="a.fiz44-69.72v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Transfigured</trans>
					          <desc>DGR script of half of the title of &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.2-1873.raw">Transfigured Life</xref>
						            </title>&#8221;.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>this verso page is otherwise blank; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="73" image="a.fiz44-69.73.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="sig">
					          <trans>D G Rossetti</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's signature below the poem</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Sonnet LXI</trans>
					          <desc>Written in another hand beside DGR's original title.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 17.8x11.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.3" type="sonnet" n="3" title="The Song-Throe" id="a.2-1880.i81"
                  workcode="2-1880">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Song-Throe</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast none</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Except thy manifest heart; and save thine own</l>
						            <l n="4">Anguish or ardour, else no amulet.</l>
						            <l n="5">Cisterned in Pride, verse is the feathery jet</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of soulless air-flung fountains; nay, more dry</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Than the Dead Sea for throats that thirst &amp; sigh,</l>
						            <l n="8">That song o'er which no singer's lids grew wet.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">The Song-god&#8212;He the Sun-god&#8212;is no slave</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Of thine: thy Hunter he, who for thy soul</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Fledges his shaft: to no <del>transferred</del>
							              <add>august</add> control</l>
						            <l n="12">Of thy <add>skilled</add> hand<del>'s skill</del> his quivered store he gave:</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> But if thy lips' loud cry leap to his smart,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The inspir'd recoil shall pierce thy brother's heart.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="74" image="a.fiz44-69.74.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>81</del> 61</trans>
					          <desc>two numbers written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.4" type="sonnet" n="4" title="The Song-Throe" id="a.2-1880.i82"
                  workcode="2-1880">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Song-Throe</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">By thine own tears thy song must tears beget,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O Singer! Magic mirror thou hast none</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Except thy manifest heart; and save thine own</l>
						            <l n="4">Anguish or ardour, else no amulet.</l>
						            <l n="5">Cisterned in Pride, verse is the feathery jet</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of soulless air-flung fountains; nay, more dry</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Than the <del>d</del>
							              <add>D</add>ead <del>s</del>
							              <add>S</add>ea for throats that thirst &amp; sigh,</l>
						            <l n="8">That song o'er which no singer's lids grew wet.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">The Song-god&#8212;He the Sun-god&#8212;is no slave</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Of thine: thy Hunter he, who for thy soul</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Fledges his shaft: to no august control</l>
						            <l n="12">Of thy skilled hand his quivered store he gave:</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> But if thy lips' loud cry leap to his smart,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The inspir'd recoil shall pierce thy brother's heart.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="75" image="a.fiz44-69.75.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>60</del>
						            <del>64</del> 62</trans>
					          <desc>three numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.5" type="sonnet" n="5" title="The Soul's Sphere" id="a.3-1873.i83"
                  workcode="3-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Soul's Sphere</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Some prisoned moon in steep cloud-fastnesses,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Throned queen and thralled; some dying sun whose pyre</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Blazed with momentous memorable fire;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">Who hath not yearned &amp; fed his heart with thee?</l>
						            <l n="5">Who, sleepless, hath not anguished to appease</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Tragical shadow's realm of sound and sight</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Conjectured in the lamentable night? . . . .</l>
						            <l n="8">Lo! the soul's sphere of infinite images!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">What sense shall count them? Whether it forecast</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The rose-winged hours that flutter in the van</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of Love's unquestioning unrevealèd span,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">Visons of golden features: or that last</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Wild pageant of the accumulated past</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> That clangs and flashes for a drowning man.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="76" image="a.fiz44-69.76.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>63 67 70</trans>
					          <desc>Three numbers written on the manuscript. Numbers 63 and 67 appear to be in DGR's hand. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two cross lines. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Corrected holograph copy, cancelled; size: 21.8x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.6" type="sonnet" n="6" title="Inclusiveness" id="a.15-1869.i84"
                  workcode="15-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>For Answer</del>
							              <add>Inclusiveness</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The changing guests, each in a different mood,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Sit at the roadside table and arise:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>Are not their lives and thy life</del>
							              <add>And every life among them,</add> in likewise,</l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <del>Each</del>
							              <add>Is</add> a soul's board set daily with new food. <del>?</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="5">What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Or thought, as his own mother kissed his eyes,</l>
						            <l n="8">Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">May not this ancient room thou sit'st in dwell</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> In separate living souls<del>,</del> for joy<del>, for</del>
							              <del>and</del>
							              <add>or</add> pain?</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Nay, all its corners may be painted plain</l>
						            <l n="12">Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And may be stamped, a memory all in vain,</l>
						            <l n="14">Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <ornlb>--------------------</ornlb>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="76v" image="a.fiz44-69.76v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with three cross lines</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Corrected holograph copy, possibly draft; size: 21.8x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.7" type="sonnet" n="7" title="On the &#8220;Vita Nuova&#8221; of Dante"
                  id="a.2-1852.i85"
                  workcode="2-1852">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>On the &#8220;Vita Nuova&#8221; of Dante</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As he that loves oft looks on the dear form</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And guesses how it grew to womanhood,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And gladly would have watched the beauties bud</l>
						            <l n="4">And the mild fire of precious life <del>grow</del>
							              <add>wax</add> warm;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So I, long bound within the <del>mystic</del>
							              <add>threefold</add> charm</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of Dante's love sublimed to heavenly mood,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <del>Had questioned of the passionate attitude</del>
							              <add>Had marvelled, touching his Beatitude,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">How grew such presence from man's shameful swarm.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">At length within this book I found <del>express</del> pourtrayed</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>The first young image of that</del>
							              <add>Newborn that Paradisal</add> Love of his,</l>
						            <l n="11">
							              <del>But</del>
							              <add>And</add> simple like a child; <del>by</del>
							              <add>with</add> whose clear aid</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> I understood. To such a child as this,</l>
						            <l n="13">Christ, charging well his chosen ones, forbade</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Offence: &#8220;for lo! of such my kingdom is.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="77" image="a.fiz44-69.77.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>63 64</trans>
					          <desc>two numbers written on the manuscript not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>or Inclusiveness</trans>
					          <desc>alternate title added at the top of the page</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>corrected holograph fair copy; size: 21.8x17.8cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.8" type="sonnet" n="8" title="Inclusiveness" id="a.15-1869.i86"
                  workcode="15-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>For Answer &#8212; <lb/>(<hi rend="u">Sonnet</hi>)</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The changing guests, each in a different mood,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Sit at the roadside table and arise.</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Are not their lives and thy life, in likewise,</l>
						            <l n="4">Each a soul's board set daily with new food?</l>
						            <l n="5">What man has bent o'er his son's sleep, to brood</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> How that face shall watch his when cold it lies?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Or thought, <del>when</del>
							              <add>as</add> his own mother kissed his eyes,</l>
						            <l n="8">Of what her kiss was when his father wooed?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">May not this ancient room thou sit'st in dwell</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> In seperate living souls for joy, <del>and</del>
							              <add>for</add> pain?</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>Yea</del>
							              <add>Nay</add>, all its corners may be painted plain</l>
						            <l n="12">Where Heaven shows pictures of some life spent well;</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And may be stamped, a memory all in vain,</l>
						            <l n="14">Upon the sight of lidless eyes in Hell.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="78" image="a.fiz44-69.78.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>60 62 64</trans>
					          <desc>three numbers not by DGR written on the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>heart-pulse yearning hungry ever holds dear</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's alternate possible readings, at foot of the MS; their placement within the text is uncertain. The alternate reading for line 9, placed at the foot of the page just above this
						sequence of variants, is specifically linked by DKG to line 9, but these other variants have indeterminate references&#8212;though reasonable surmises might be made.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The variant for line 9 is at the bottom of the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.9" type="sonnet" n="9" title="Ardour and Memory" id="a.4-1873.i87"
                  workcode="4-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Ardour and Memory.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The cuckoo-throb, the <del>first</del> heartbeat of the Spring;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> The rosebud's blush that leaves it as it grows</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Into the full-eyed fair unblushing rose;</l>
						            <l n="4">The summer clouds that visit every wing</l>
						            <l n="5">With fires of sunrise and of sunsetting;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The furtive flickering streams to light re-born</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> 'Mid airs new-fledged and valorous lusts of morn,</l>
						            <l n="8">While all the daughters of the daybreak sing:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">These ardour loves, <del>These pleasure etc.</del> and memory: and when flown</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> All joys, and through dark forest-boughs in flight</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> The wind swoops onward brandishing the light,</l>
						            <l n="12">Even yet the rose-tree's verdure left alone</l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>Shall</del>
							              <add>Will</add> flush all ruddy when <add>though</add> the rose is <add>be</add> gone;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> With ditties and with dirges infinite.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="79" image="a.fiz44-69.79.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Text cancelled with two cross lines</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, cancelled; size: 21.8x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.10" type="sonnet" n="10" title="Known in Vain" id="a.1-1853.i88"
                  workcode="1-1853">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Known in Vain</del> Work &amp; Will</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">Knows suddenly, with music high and soft,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The Holy of holies; who because they scoff'd</l>
						            <l n="4">Are now amazed with shame, nor dare to cope</l>
						            <l n="5">With the whole truth aloud, lest heaven should ope;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Yet, at their meetings, laugh not as they laugh'd</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> In speech; nor speak, at length; but sitting oft</l>
						            <l n="8">Together, within hopeless sight of hope</l>
						            <l n="9">For hours are silent:&#8212;So it happeneth</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> When Work and Will awake too late, to gaze</l>
						            <l n="11">After their life sailed by, and hold their breath.</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Ah! who shall dare to search through what sad maze</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Thenceforth their incommunicable ways</l>
						            <l n="14">Follow the desultory feet of Death?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="79v" image="a.fiz44-69.79v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 21.8x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>or Flammia Flammifera</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>written and cancelled at top of page. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>flammifer flammifer flamm?</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>written and cancelled at base of page</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.11" type="sonnet" n="11" title="Love's Testament" id="a.2-1869.i89"
                  workcode="2-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Flamminia</del> Flammifera</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">O thou who at Love's hour <del>unswervingly</del>
							              <del>compassionately</del>
							              <add>ecstatically</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Unto my lips dost evermore present,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The body and blood of Love in Sacrament;</l>
						            <l n="4">Whom I have neared and felt thy breath to be</l>
						            <l n="5">The inmost incense of his sanctuary;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Who <del>without word</del>
							              <del>in each pulse</del>
							              <add>without speech</add> hast owned him, and, intent</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Upon his will, thy life with mine hast blent,</l>
						            <l n="8">And murmured o'er the cup, Remember me!&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O what from thee the grace, for me the prize,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And what to <del>him</del>
							              <add>Love</add> the glory,&#8212;when the whole</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of the deep stair thou tread'st to the dim <del>goal</del>
							              <add>shoal</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">And weary water of the place of sighs,</l>
						            <l n="13">And there dost work <del>Love's wonder</del>
							              <add>deliverance</add>, as thine eyes</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Draw up my prisoned spirit to thy soul!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="80" image="a.fiz44-69.80.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>66</trans>
					          <desc>number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph copy with corrections; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.12" type="sonnet" n="12" title="The Heart of the Night"
                  id="a.5-1873.i90"
                  workcode="5-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Heart of the Night</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">From child to youth; from youth to <del>weary</del>
							              <del>wavering</del>
							              <add>arduous</add> man;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> From <del>lethargy</del>
							              <add>energy</add> to fever of the heart;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> From faithful life to <del>mouldering</del>
							              <add>dream-dowered</add> days apart;</l>
						            <l n="4">From <del>doubt to dread</del>
							              <add>trust to doubt</add>; from <del>dread</del>
							              <add>doubt</add> to <del>bale and</del>
							              <add>brink of</add> ban;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Thus much of change in <del>thy</del>
							              <add>one</add> swift cycle ran</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Till now. Alas, the soul!&#8212;how soon must she</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Accept her primal immortality,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">The flesh that dust wherein its course began?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life! </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Even <del>still</del>
							              <add>yet</add> renew this soul with duteous breath:</l>
						            <l n="12">That when the peace is garnered in from strife,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> The work retrieved, the will regenerate,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="81" image="a.fiz44-69.81.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>73a</del> 66</trans>
					          <desc>two numbers written on manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.1x17.4cm. The variant line 8 is added at the foot of the page.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.13" type="sonnet" n="13" title="The Heart of the Night"
                  id="a.5-1873.i91"
                  workcode="5-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Heart of the Night</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> From energy to fever of the heart;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> From faithful life to dream-dowered days apart;</l>
						            <l n="4">From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Till now. Alas! the soul&#8212;how soon must she</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Accept her primal immortality,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">The flesh that dust wherein its course began?</l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <add>The flesh resume its dust whence it began</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life! </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:</l>
						            <l n="12">That when the peace is garnered in from strife,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> The work retrieved, the will regenerate,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="82" image="a.fiz44-69.82.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>66 67</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers written on the manuscript, 67 by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled by two cross lines</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size:21.9x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.14" type="sonnet" n="14" title="The Landmark" id="a.3-1854.i92"
                  workcode="3-1854">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Landmark</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Was <hi rend="u">that</hi> the landmark? What,&#8212;the foolish well</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Whose wave, low down, I did not stoop to drink,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> But sat and flung the pebbles from its brink</l>
						            <l n="4">In sport to send its imaged skies pell-mell,</l>
						            <l n="5">(And mine own image, had I noted well!)&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Was that my point of turning?&#8212;<del>I did think</del>
							              <add>I had thought</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1" part="i">
							              <add>The stations of my course should rise unsought,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1" part="f">
							              <del>Proud [?] should mark my stations, link with link</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7.1" indent="1">
							              <del>Proud [?] the stations of my should link</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <del>As</del>
							              <add>High</add> altar-stone or ensigned citadel.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But lo! the path is missed, I must go back,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And thirst to drink when <del>now</del>
							              <add>next</add> I reach the spring</l>
						            <l n="11">Which once I stained, which since may have grown black.</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Yet though no light be left nor bird now sing</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> As here I turn, I'll thank God, hastening,</l>
						            <l n="14">That the same goal is still on the same track.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="82v" image="a.fiz44-69.82v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Crosshatch doodle at lower left</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, corrected: size:21.9x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.15" type="sonnet" n="15" title="Death-in-love" id="a.13-1869.i93"
                  workcode="13-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Death-in-Love</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">There came an image in Life's retinue</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon:</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Fair was the web, and <del>sweetly</del>
							              <add>nobly</add> wrought thereon,</l>
						            <l n="4">O soul-sequestered face, thy form and hue!</l>
						            <l n="5">Bewildering sounds, such as Spring wakens to,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Shook in its folds; and through my heart its power</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Sped trackless as the immemorable hour</l>
						            <l n="8">When birth's <del>harsh</del>
							              <add>dark</add> portal groaned and all was new.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But a veiled woman followed, and she caught</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The banner round its staff, to furl and cling,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Then plucked a feather from the bearer's wing,</l>
						            <l n="12">And held it to his lips that stirred it not,</l>
						            <l n="13"> And said to me, &#8220;Behold, there is no breath:</l>
						            <l n="14"> I and this Love are one, and I am Death.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="83" image="a.fiz44-69.83.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>68</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on lower left, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected; size: 21.7x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.16" type="sonnet" n="16" title="A Dark Day" id="a.1-1855.i94"
                  workcode="1-1855">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>A Dark Day</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The gloom <del>which</del>
							              <add>that</add> breathes upon me with these airs</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Is like the drops which strike the traveller's brow</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Who knows not, darkling, if they bring him now</l>
						            <l n="4">Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears.</l>
						            <l n="5">Ah! bodes this hour some harvest of new tares,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Or hath but memory of the day whose plough</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Sowed hunger once,&#8212;the night at length when thou,</l>
						            <l n="8">O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>On crosswebbed</del>
							              <add>Along the</add> hedgerows of this journey shed,</l>
						            <l n="11">Lie by Time's grace till night and sleep may soothe!</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Even as the thistledown from pathsides dead</l>
						            <l n="13">Gleaned by a girl in autumns of her youth,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Which one new year makes soft her marriage-bed.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="83v" image="a.fiz44-69.83v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>67</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on upper right of manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Of Life Love and Death: Sonnets</trans>
					          <desc>This is at the head of the manuscript and is cancelled. It connects the text here with the 1869 printing of <xref doc="a.52-1869.raw">sixteen sonnets</xref> of &#8220;<title level="wrk">
							              <xref doc="a.44-1869.raw">The House of Life</xref>
						            </title>.&#8221;</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy; size: 21.7x17.3cm. The right side of the page is slightly cropped.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.17" type="sonnet" n="17" title="Broken Music" id="a.1-1852.i95"
                  workcode="1-1852">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Broken Music</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The mother will not turn, who thinks she hears</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Her nursling's speech first grow articulate;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> But breathless with averted eyes elate</l>
						            <l n="4">She sits, with open lips and open ears,</l>
						            <l n="5">That it may call her twice. 'Mid doubts &amp; fears</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Thus oft my soul has hearkened; till the song,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> A central <add>prisoned</add> moan for days, at length found tongue,</l>
						            <l n="8">And the sweet music welled and the sweet tears.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But now, whatever while the soul is fain</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> To list that wonted murmur, as it were</l>
						            <l n="11">The speech-bound sea-shell's low importunate strain,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> No breath of song,&#8212;thy voice alone is there,</l>
						            <l n="13">O bitterly beloved! and all her gain</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Is but the pang of unpermitted prayer.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="84" image="a.fiz44-69.84.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Autumn Idleness</trans>
					          <desc>Received title added to the page by Charles Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>Sevenoaks Nov. 1850</trans>
					          <desc>Added by DGR after the text of the sonnet</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, heavily corrected copy; size: 17.9x11.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.18" type="sonnet" n="18" title="Autumn Idleness" id="a.2-1850.i96"
                  workcode="2-1850">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>A Sunny day <lb/>at the close of Autumn.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">This sunlight shames November where he grieves</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The day, though stem with stem be inter-run.</l>
						            <l n="4">But with a blessing every hold receives</l>
						            <l n="5">High salutation; while from hillock-eaves</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The deer gaze calling, dappled white and dun,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> As if, being foresters of old, the sun</l>
						            <l n="8">Had marked them with the shade of forest-leaves.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Here on some morn clear as a magic glass;</l>
						            <l n="10">
							              <del>Might Rosalind stand listening in the dew</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11">
							              <del>Or earlier Griselda to field work pass</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <del>Yet not as sullen as that single yew</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>[?] I bring my shadows o'er the grass.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.1">
							              <add>Might Chaucer stop to listen in the dew</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11.1">
							              <add>Or earlier [???] to fieldwork pass</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12.1">
							              <add>And here the lost hours the lost hours renew</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13.1">
							              <add>While I still lead my shadow o'er the grass</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">Nor know, for longing, that which I should do. </l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="85" image="a.fiz44-69.85.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>30 50 70</trans>
					          <desc>Three numbers written on the manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, with corrected title; size: 21.7x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.19" type="sonnet" n="19" title="The Hill Summit" id="a.2-1853.i97"
                  workcode="2-1853">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>From the Hill-top</del>
							              <add>The Hill Summit</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">This feast-day of the sun, his altar there</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> In the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And I have loitered in the vale too long</l>
						            <l n="4">And gaze now a belated worshipper.</l>
						            <l n="5">Yet may I not forget that I was 'ware,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> So journeying, of his face at intervals,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Saw where the land to its horizon falls</l>
						            <l n="8">Some fiery bush with coruscating hair.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And now that I have climbed &amp; tread this height,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> I may lie down where all the slope is shade</l>
						            <l n="11">And cover up my face and hair till night</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> With silence darkness; or may here be stayed</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And see the gold air and the silver fade</l>
						            <l n="14">And the last bird fly into the last light.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="85v" image="a.fiz44-69.85v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>29</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on the manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>Or She hath the apple in her hand for thee</del>
					          </trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note and text in upper left corner indicating revision for line 1.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, heavily corrected copy; size: 21.7x17.7cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.20" type="sonnet" n="20" title="Venus Verticordia"
                  id="a.4-1868.i98"
                  workcode="4-1868.s173"
                  dblwork="4-1868.s173">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>Venus Verticordia <lb/>(for a Picture)</add>
							              <lb/>
							              <del>(Summer)</del>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1" part="i">She hath <del>it in her hand to give it thee</del>
							              <add>the <del>fruit within</del> apple in her <del>[?]</del> hand for thee,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="1" part="f">
							              <del>Or She hath the apple in her hand for thee</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <del>Yet questions in</del>
							              <add>
								                <del>And</del>Yet <del>within</del> almost in</add> her heart <del>to</del>
							              <add>would</add> hold it back;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> She muses, with her eyes upon the track</l>
						            <l n="4">
							              <del>Of some dazed moth or honey-seeking bee</del>
							              <add>Of that which in thy spirit she can see.</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="5">Haply, &#8220;<del>He is as one of these</del>
							              <add>Behold, he is at peace,</add>&#8221; saith she;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> &#8220;Alas! the apple for his lips,&#8212;the dart</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> That follows its brief sweetness to his heart,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">The wandering of his feet perpetually!&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">A little space her glance is still and coy;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> But if she give the fruit that works her spell,</l>
						            <l n="11">Those eyes shall flame as for her Phrygian boy.</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Then shall her bird's strained throat the woe foretell,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And her far seas moan as a single shell,</l>
						            <l n="14">And through her dark grove strike the light of Troy.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="86" image="a.fiz44-69.86.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected; size: 18.1x11.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.21" type="sonnet" n="22" title="The Choice I" id="a.4a-1848.i99"
                  workcode="4-1848"
                  subset="a">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>The</add>
							              <del>Man's</del> Choice I.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">
							              <hi rend="u">Eat thou and drink; to-morrow thou shalt die.</hi>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Surely the earth, that's wise being very old,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Needs not our help. Then loose me, love, and hold</l>
						            <l n="4">Thy sultry hair up from my face; that I</l>
						            <l n="5">May pour for thee this yellow wine, brim-high,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Till round the glass thy fingers <del>look</del>
							              <add>glow</add> like gold.</l>
						            <l n="7.1" indent="1">
							              <del>Then both hands oer my forehead thou shalt fold</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <del>And listen to the silence going by.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1">
							              <add>We'll hear no hours: thy song, while those are toll'd,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <add>Shall leap, as fountains veil the changing sky.</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">
							              <del>Wilt thou believe that</del>
							              <add>O just conceive why</add> there are really those,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> My own high-bosomed lady, who increase</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Care, gold, and care, in <del>search</del>
							              <add>reach</add> of our <del>Love's</del>
							              <del>[?]</del> true wealth!<del>?</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Eleven long days they toil; upon the twelfth</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> They die not, never having lived,&#8212;but cease;</l>
						            <l n="14">And round their narrow lips the mould falls close.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="87" image="a.fiz44-69.87.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>72 78</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy; size: 21.7x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.22" type="sonnet" n="23" title="The Choice II" id="a.4b-1848.i100"
                  workcode="4-1848"
                  subset="b">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Choice II.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">
							              <hi rend="u">Watch thou and fear; tomorrow thou shalt die.</hi>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Or art thou sure thou shalt have time for death?</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Is not the day which God's word promiseth</l>
						            <l n="4">To come man knows not when? In yonder sky,</l>
						            <l n="5">Now while we speak, the sun sets forth: Can I</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Or thou assure him of his goal? God's breath</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Perchance even at the moment quickeneth</l>
						            <l n="8">The air to a flame; till spirits, always nigh</l>
						            <l n="9">Though screened and hid, shall walk the daylight here.</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And dost thou prate of that which man shall do?</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> Canst thou, who hast but plagues, presume to be</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="2"> Glad in his gladness that comes after thee?</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Will <hi rend="u">his</hi> strength slay <hi rend="u">thy</hi> worm in Hell? Go to:</l>
						            <l n="14">Cover thy countenance, and watch, and fear.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="87v" image="a.fiz44-69.87v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy; size: 21.7x17.5cm. There is a illegible word circled in the upper left corner.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.23" type="sonnet" n="24" title="On the &#8220;Vita Nuova&#8221; of Dante"
                  id="a.2-1852.i101"
                  workcode="2-1852">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>On the &#8220;Vita Nuova&#8221; of Dante</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">As he that loves oft looks on the dear form</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And guesses how it grew to womanhood,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And gladly would have watched the beauties bud</l>
						            <l n="4">And the mild fire of precious life wax warm:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So I, long bound within the threefold charm</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of Dante's love sublimed to Heavenly mood,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Had marvelled, touching his Beatitude,</l>
						            <l n="8">How grew such presence from man's shameful swarm.</l>
						            <l n="9">At length within this book I found pourtrayed</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Newborn that Paradisal Love of his,</l>
						            <l n="11">And simple like a child; with whose clear aid</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> I understood. To such a child as this,</l>
						            <l n="13">Christ, charging well his chosen ones, forbade</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Offence: &#8216;for lo! of such my kingdom is.&#8217;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="88" image="a.fiz44-69.88.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>73 79</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, corrected; size: 21.7x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.24" type="sonnet" n="25" title="The Choice III" id="a.4c-1848.i102"
                  workcode="4-1848"
                  subset="c">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Choice III.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">
							              <hi rend="u">Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die.</hi>
						            </l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Stretching thyself i' the sun upon the shore,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Thou say'st: &#8220;Man's measured path is all gone o'er:</l>
						            <l n="4">Of all <del>the</del>
							              <add>his</add> years, steeply, with pant and sigh,</l>
						            <l n="5">Man clomb until he touched the truth; and I,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Even I, am he whom it was destined for.&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> How should this be? Art thou then so much more</l>
						            <l n="8">Than they who sowed, that thou shouldst reap thereby?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Unto the horizon-brim look thou with me;</l>
						            <l n="11">Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd.</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Miles and miles distant though the horizon be,</l>
						            <l n="13">And though thy thought sail leagues and leagues beyond,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="88v" image="a.fiz44-69.88v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected; size: 21.7x17.5cm. There is an editorial mark indicating that the words "sedulous penury's" should be transposed to read "penury's sedulous".</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.25" type="sonnet" n="26" title="The Sun's Shame I"
                  id="a.18a-1869.i103"
                  workcode="18-1869"
                  subset="a">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>The Sun's Shame</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">Beholding youth and hope in mockery caught</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> From life; and mocking pulses that remain</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> When the soul's death of bodily death is fain,</l>
						            <l n="4">Honour <del>unfound</del>
							              <add>unknown</add>, and honour <del>found</del>
							              <add>known</add> unsought;</l>
						            <l n="5">And sedulous penury's self-torturing thought</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> On gold, whose master therewith buys his bane;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And longed-for woman longing all in vain</l>
						            <l n="8">For lonely man with love's desire distraught;<del>&#8212;</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="9">
							              <del>Beholding</del>
							              <add>And</add> wealth, &amp; strength, &amp; power, &amp; pleasantness,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Given unto bodies of whose souls men say,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> None poor and weak, slavish and foul, as they:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <del>Beholding all I behold the sun confess</del>
							              <add>Beholding these things, I behold no less</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>At</del>
							              <add>The</add> blushing morn and blushing eve <del>the stress</del>
							              <add>confess</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>Of</del>
							              <add>The</add> shame that loads the intolerable day.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="89" image="a.fiz44-69.89.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>47</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.26" type="sonnet" n="27"
                  title="Old and New Art I. St. Luke the Painter"
                  id="a.2a-1849.i104"
                  workcode="2-1849.s102"
                  dblwork="2-1849.s102"
                  subset="a">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Saint Luke the Painter.</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <del>It was this Luke</del>
							              <add>For he it was</add> (the aged legends say,)</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.</l>
						            <l n="4">Scarcely at once she dared to rend the mist</l>
						            <l n="5">Of devious symbols: but soon having wist</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> How sky-breadth and field-silence and this day</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Are symbols also in <del>a</del>
							              <add>some</add> deeper way,</l>
						            <l n="8">She looked through these to God and was God's priest.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And if, past noon, her toil began to irk,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">And she sought <del>shadows</del>
							              <add>talismans</add>, and <del>had</del> turned in vain</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> To soulless self-reflections of man's skill,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="2"> Yet now, in this the twilight, she might still</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">Kneel in the latter grass to pray again,</l>
						            <l n="14">Ere the night cometh and she may not work.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="89v" image="a.fiz44-69.89v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>Mem by D. G. R. for picture <lb/>Virgin &amp; Child <lb/>Angels holding branches of the tree of knowledge <lb/> [ ? ] <lb/> [ ? ] in background</trans>
					          <desc>notes by Charles Fairfax Murray on verso of manuscript of text of 2a-1849</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="90" image="a.fiz44-69.90.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>75</del>
						            <del>77</del> 74</trans>
					          <desc>three numbers cancelled, not by DGR, written on the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 22.2x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.27" type="sonnet" n="28"
                  title="Old and New Art I. St. Luke the Painter"
                  id="a.2a-1849.i105"
                  workcode="2-1849.s102"
                  dblwork="2-1849.s102"
                  subset="a">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Old and New Art.<ornlb>===========</ornlb>
							              <lb/>I. St. Luke the Painter.<ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Give honour unto Luke Evangelist;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> For he it was (the aged legends say)</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Who first taught Art to fold her hands and pray.</l>
						            <l n="4">Scarcely at once she dared to rend the mist</l>
						            <l n="5">Of devious symbols: but soon having wist</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> How sky-breadth and field silence and this day</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Are symbols also in some deeper way,</l>
						            <l n="8">She looked through these to God &amp; was God's priest.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And if, past noon, her toil began to irk,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And she sought talismans, and turned in vain</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> To soulless self-reflections of man's skill,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="2"> Yet now, in this the twilight, she might still</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Kneel in the latter grass to pray again,</l>
						            <l n="14">Ere the night cometh and she may not work.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="91" image="a.fiz44-69.91.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>76 78</del> 75</trans>
					          <desc>three numbers, cancelled, written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.28" type="sonnet" n="29" title="Old and New Art II. Not as These"
                  id="a.2b-1849.i106"
                  workcode="2-1849.s102"
                  dblwork="2-1849.s102"
                  subset="b">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Old and New Art II. <ornlb>----------</ornlb>
							              <ornlb>------</ornlb>
							              <lb/>Not as These <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">&#8220;I am not as these are,&#8221; the poet saith</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> When young, and the young painter, amid <del>among</del> men</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> At bay, where <del>neither</del>
							              <add>never</add> pencil comes <del>[?] neither</del>
							              <add>nor</add> pen,</l>
						            <l n="4">And shut about with his own frozen breath.</l>
						            <l n="5">To others, for whom only rhyme wins faith</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> As singers,&#8212;<add>only</add> paint as painters,&#8212;<del>proudly</del> then</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> He turns in the cold silence; and again</l>
						            <l n="8">Shrinking, &#8220;I am not as these are,&#8221; he saith.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And say that this is so, what follows it?</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> For were thine eyes set backwards in thine head,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> These words were well; but they see on, and far.</l>
						            <l n="12">Unto the lights of the great Past, new-lit</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Fair for the Future's track, look thou instead,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="2"> Say thou instead, &#8220;I am not as <hi rend="u">these</hi> are.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="92" image="a.fiz44-69.92.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>III. The Husbandman</trans>
					          <desc>title added on page above the manuscript, by Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 21.4x13.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.29" type="sonnet" n="30"
                  title="Old and New Art III. The Husbandman"
                  id="a.2c-1849.i107"
                  workcode="2-1849.s102"
                  dblwork="2-1849.s102"
                  subset="c">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
							              <lb/>Old and New <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">Though God, as one that is an householder,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Called these to labour in his vineyard first,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Before the husk of darkness was well burst</l>
						            <l n="4">Bidding them grope their way out and bestir,</l>
						            <l n="5">(Who, questioned of their wages, answered, &#8220;Sir,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Unto each man a penny:&#8221;) though the worst</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Burthen of heat was theirs and the dry thirst:</l>
						            <l n="8">Though God hath since found none such as these were</l>
						            <l n="9">To do their work like them:&#8212;Because of this,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Stand not ye idle in the market-place.</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Which of ye knoweth he is not that last</l>
						            <l n="12">Who may be first by faith and will?&#8212;that his</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Is not the hand which, after the set days<del>,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>Shall give a future to their goodly past?</del>
							              <add>And hours, shall give a future to their past?</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="92v" image="a.sa203.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Pencil Sketch, 21.4 x 13.4 cm., of <xref doc="a.sa203.rap">
							              <title level="pic">
								                <hi rend="i">Woman Standing Behind a Table</hi>
							              </title>
						            </xref>; her left hand carries a censer or perhaps a goblet.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.30" type="section" n="30a" title="Woman Standing Behind a Table"
                  workcode="sa203">
					          <p>
						            <xptr doc="a.sa203.rap" workcode="sa203"/>
						            <figure entity="a.sa203.tif" title="Woman Standing Behind a Table" workcode="sa203">
							              <figdesc>Pencil Sketch, 21.4 x 13.4 cm.</figdesc>
						            </figure>
					          </p>
				        </div1>
				
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="93" image="a.fiz44-69.93.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>79 76</trans>
					          <desc>two numbers, cancelled, written on the manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.2cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.31" type="sonnet" n="31"
                  title="Old and New Art III. The Husbandman"
                  id="a.2c-1849.i108"
                  workcode="2-1849.s102"
                  dblwork="2-1849.s102"
                  subset="c">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Old and New Art III. <ornlb>===========</ornlb>
							              <lb/>The Husbandman <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
						            </title>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">Though God, as one that is an householder,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Called these to labour in his vineyard first,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Before the husk of darkness was well burst</l>
						            <l n="4">Bidding them grope their way out and bestir,</l>
						            <l n="5">(Who, questioned of their wages, answered, &#8220;Sir</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Unto each man a penny:&#8221;) though the worst</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Burthen of heat was theirs and the dry thirst:</l>
						            <l n="8">Though God hath since found none such as these were</l>
						            <l n="9">To do their work like them :&#8212;Because of this</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Stand not ye idle in the market-place.</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Which of ye knoweth <hi rend="u">he</hi> is not that last</l>
						            <l n="12">Who may be first by faith and will?&#8212;<del>that</del>
							              <add>yea,</add> his </l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">
							              <del>Is not</del>The hand which after the <del>set</del>
							              <add>appointed</add> days</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And hours shall give a Future to their Past?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="94" image="a.fiz44-69.94.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>76 77 78</trans>
					          <note>three numbers, not by DGR, written on the manuscript. </note>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Soul's Beauty</trans>
					          <desc>title added on page above the manuscript by Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph fair copy; size: 21.8x16.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.32" type="sonnet" n="32" title="Soul's Beauty" id="a.1-1867.i109"
                  workcode="1-1867.s193"
                  dblwork="1-1867.s193">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sibylla Palmifera<ornlb>---- ------ -----------------</ornlb>
							              <lb/>(for a Picture)<ornlb>------------</ornlb>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Under the arch of Life, where love and death,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Beauty enthroned; and though her gaze struck awe,</l>
						            <l n="4">I drew it in as simply as my breath.</l>
						            <l n="5">Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> The sky and sea bend on thee,&#8212;which can draw,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> By sea or sky or woman, to one law,</l>
						            <l n="8">The allotted bondman of her palm &amp; wreath.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">This is that Lady Beauty, in whose praise</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Thy voice &amp; hand shake still,&#8212;long known to thee</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> By flying hair &amp; fluttering hem,&#8212;the beat</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="2"> Following her daily of thy heart and feet,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> How passionately &amp; <del>unappeasably</del> irretrievably, </l>
						            <l n="14">In what fond flight, how many ways and days!</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="95" image="a.fiz44-69.95.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>76</trans>
					          <desc>number written on the manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Body's Beauty</trans>
					          <desc>title added above manuscript by Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected fair copy; size: 21.9x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.33" type="sonnet" n="33" title="Body's Beauty" id="a.2-1867.i110"
                  workcode="2-1867.s205"
                  dblwork="2-1867.s205">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Lady</del> Lilith<ornlb>--------</ornlb>
							              <lb/> (for a Picture)<ornlb>----------</ornlb>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,)</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> That, ere the snake's her sweet tongue could deceive,</l>
						            <l n="4">And her enchanted hair was the first gold.</l>
						            <l n="5">And still she sits, young while the earth is old,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> And, subtly of herself contemplative,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Draws men to watch the bright net she can weave,</l>
						            <l n="8">Till heart &amp; body and life are in its hold.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Rose, foxglove, poppy are her flowers; <del>And</del>
							              <add>for</add> where</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Is he not found, O Lilith, whom shed scent</l>
						            <l n="11">And soft-shed fingers and soft sleep shall snare?</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Lo! as that youth's eyes burned at thine, so went</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Thy spell through him, and left his straight neck bent</l>
						            <l n="14">And round his heart one strangling golden hair.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="96" image="a.fiz44-69.96.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.34" type="sonnet" n="34" title="The Monochord" id="a.11-1870.i111"
                  workcode="11-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet LXXIX <lb/>The Monochord.</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Is it this sky's vast vault or ocean's sound</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> That is Life's self and draws my life from me,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And by instinct ineffable decree</l>
						            <l n="4">Holds my breath quailing on the bitter bound?</l>
						            <l n="5">Nay, is it Life or Death, thus thunder-crown'd,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> That 'mid the tide of all emergency</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Now notes my separate wave, and to what sea</l>
						            <l n="8">Its difficult eddies labour in the ground.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Oh! what is this that knows the road I came,</l>
						            <l n="10">The flame turned cloud, the cloud returned to flame,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> The lifted shifted steeps and all the way?&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">That draws round me at last this wind warm space,</l>
						            <l n="13">And in regenerate rapture turns my face</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Upon the devious coverts of dismay?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="97" image="a.fiz44-69.97.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>80</del>
						            <del>79</del> 80</trans>
					          <desc>three numbers, one obscure and all cancelled, written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.35" type="sonnet" n="35" title="From Dawn to Noon"
                  id="a.6-1873.i112"
                  workcode="6-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>From Dawn to Noon</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As the child knows not if his mother's face</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Be fair; nor if his elders yet can deem</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> What each most is; but as of hill or stream</l>
						            <l n="4">At dawn, all glimmering life surrounds his place:</l>
						            <l n="5">Who yet, tow'rd noon of his half-weary race,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Pausing awhile beneath the high sun-beam</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And gazing steadily back,&#8212;as through a dream,</l>
						            <l n="8">In things long past new features now can trace:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Even so the thought that is at length fullgrown</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Turns back to note the sun-smit paths, all grey</l>
						            <l n="11">And marvellous once, where first it walked alone;</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> And haply doubts, amid the unblenching day,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Which most or least impelled its onward way,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14">Those unknown things or these things overknown.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="98" image="a.fiz44-69.98.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>
						            <del>66 70 72 84</del> 81</trans>
					          <desc>five numbers, all cancelled, one obscured, written on the manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>corrected by DGR; size: 22.2x17.4cm. The alternate version of line 12 is written below the main text.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.36" type="sonnet" n="36" title="Memorial Thresholds"
                  id="a.7-1873.i113"
                  workcode="7-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Memorial Thresholds</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What place so strange,&#8212;though <del>unimagined/[?]</del>
							              <add>unrevealàd</add> snow</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> With unimaginable fires arise</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> At the earth's end,&#8212;what passion of surprise</l>
						            <l n="4">Like frost-bound fire-girt scenes of long ago?</l>
						            <l n="5">Lo! this is none but I this hour; and lo!</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> This is the very place which to mine eyes</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Those mortal hours in vain immortalize,</l>
						            <l n="8">'Mid hurrying crowds, with what alone I know.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">City, of thine a single simple door,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> By some new power reduplicate, must be</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Even yet my life-porch in eternity,</l>
						            <l n="12">Even with one <del>figure</del>
							              <add>presence</add> filled, as once of yore:</l>
						            <l n="12.1">
							              <add>Even with the presence filled which once it bore</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">Or mocking winds whirl round a chaff-strown floor</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Thee and thy years and these my words and me.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="99" image="a.fiz44-69.99.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Hoarded Joy</trans>
					          <desc>Title corrected by Charles Fairfax Murray, added above the manuscript</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x18cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.37" type="sonnet" n="37" title="Hoarded Joy" id="a.12-1870.i114"
                  workcode="12-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Tree and Stream</del> Joy Delayed <add>Postponed Reserved</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">I said: &#8220;Nay, pluck not,&#8212;let the first fruit be:</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Even as thou sayest, it is sweet and red,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>Yet it shall</del>
							              <add>But let it</add> ripen still. The tree's bent head</l>
						            <l n="4">Sees in the stream its own fecundity</l>
						            <l n="5">And bides the day of fulness. Shall not we</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> At <del>heat's high</del>
							              <add>the sun's</add> hour that day possess the shade,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And claim our fruit before its ripeness fade,</l>
						            <l n="8">And eat it from the branch &amp; praise the tree?&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">I say: &#8220;Alas! <del>the</del>
							              <add>our</add> fruit hath wooed the sun</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Too long,&#8212;'tis fallen and floats adown the stream.</l>
						            <l n="11">Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one,</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam</l>
						            <l n="13">Of autumn set the year's pent sorrow free,</l>
						            <l n="14" part="i">And the woods wail like echoes <del>of</del>
							              <add>from</add> the sea.&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="14" part="f">
							              <add>Till music fainted on &amp;</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13.1">
							              <add>Of autumn bid the drowsy forest dream</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.1">
							              <add>Of the sea's sorrow and wail in unison.</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="99v" image="a.fiz44-69.99v.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>This page, the verso of &#8220;Hoarded Joy&#8221;, contains a version of the sestet of &#8220;Death's Songsters&#8221;. The word &#8220;against&#8221; is
						written above &#8220;along&#8221; in line 4. (See page image.)</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.38" type="sestet" n="38" title="Death's Songsters"
                  id="a.14-1870.i115"
                  workcode="14-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="sestet">
						            <l n="1">The same was he who, lashed to his own mast,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">There where the sea-flowers screen the burial-caves</l>
						            <l n="3">Beside the sirens' singing island pass'd</l>
						            <l n="4" indent="1">Till <add>music</add> sweetness failed along <add>against</add> the inveterate waves</l>
						            <l n="5" indent="1">Say, <del>Song</del>
							              <add>Soul</add>, are songs of <del>d</del>
							              <add>D</add>eath no heaven to thee</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1">Nor shames her lip the cheek of Victory?</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="100" image="a.fiz44-69.100.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.39" type="sonnet" n="39" title="Barren Spring" id="a.13-1870.i116"
                  workcode="13-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet LXXXIII <lb/>Barren Spring.</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Once more the changed year's turning wheel returns:</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And as a girl sails balanced in the wind,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And now before and now again behind</l>
						            <l n="4">Stoops as it swoops, with cheek that laughs and burns,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">So Spring comes merry towards me here, but earns</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> No answering smile from me, whose life is twin'd</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> With the dead boughs that winter still must bind,</l>
						            <l n="8">And whom today the Spring no more concerns. </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Behold, this crocus is a withering flame;</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art.</l>
						            <l n="12">Nay, for these Spring-flowers, turn thy face from them,</l>
						            <l n="13">Nor gaze till on the year's last lily-stem </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> The white cup shrivels round the golden heart.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="101" image="a.fiz44-69.101.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>print this after <hi rend="u">Autumn Idleness</hi> page 156</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, corrected; size: 22.2x17.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.40" type="sonnet" n="40" title="Farewell to the Glen"
                  id="a.16-1869.i117"
                  workcode="16-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Farewell to the Glen</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Sweet stream-fed glen, why say &#8220;farewell&#8221; to thee</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Who far'st so well and find'st for ever smooth</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> The brow of Time where man may read no ruth?</l>
						            <l n="4">Nay, do thou rather say &#8220;farewell&#8221; to me,</l>
						            <l n="5">
							              <del>For I</del>
							              <add>Who now</add> fare forth in bitterer fantasy</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Than when, where other trees might shade &amp; soothe</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> By other streams in fragrant days of youth,</l>
						            <l n="8">The bliss of being sad made melancholy.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And yet, farewell! For better shalt thou fare</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> When children bathe sweet faces in thy flow</l>
						            <l n="11">And happy lovers blend sweet shadows there</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> In hours to come, than when an hour ago</l>
						            <l n="13">Thine echoes had but one man's sighs to bear</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And thy <del>breeze</del>
							              <add>trees</add> whispered what he feared to know.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="101v" image="a.fiz44-69.101v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with five cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Two lines of illegible text written in the right margin.</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph draft copy, cancelled; size: 22.2x17.9cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.41" type="sonnet" n="41" title="Stillborn Love" id="a.10-1870.i118"
                  workcode="10-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Stillborn Love</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <delspan>
                  <lg n="1" type="octave">
						               <l n="1">The hour which might have been yet might not be,</l>
						               <l n="2" indent="1"> Which man's and woman's heart conceived and bore</l>
						               <l n="3" indent="1"> Yet whereof life was barren,&#8212;on what shore</l>
						               <l n="4">Bides it the breaking of Time's weary sea?</l>
						               <l n="5">Bondchild of all consummate joys set free,</l>
						               <l n="6" indent="1"> It somewhere sighs &amp; serves, and mute before</l>
						               <l n="7" indent="1"> The house of Love, hears through the echoing door</l>
						               <l n="8">His hours elect in choral consonancy.</l>
					             </lg>
					             <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						               <l n="9">But lo! what wedded <del>spirits</del> souls now hand in hand</l>
						               <l n="10">Together tread at last the immortal strand</l>
						               <l n="11" indent="1"> With eyes where burning memory lights Love home.</l>
						               <l n="12">Lo! how the little outcast hour has turned</l>
						               <l n="13">And leaped to them and in their faces yearned:&#8212;</l>
						               <l n="14" indent="1"> I am your child: O parents, ye have come.</l>
					             </lg>
               </delspan>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="102" image="a.fiz44-69.102.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>85 83</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers added on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy, possibly draft; size: 21.7x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.42" type="sonnet" n="42" title="Vain Virtues" id="a.17-1869.i119"
                  workcode="17-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Vain Virtues</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">What is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <del>Not one of all the sins, and each fair deed</del>
							              <add>None of the sins,&#8212;but this and that fair deed</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1">
							              <del>Long firm, which</del>
							              <add>Which a soul's</add> sin at length could supersede.</l>
						            <l n="4">These yet are virgins, whom death's timely knell</l>
						            <l n="5">Might once have sainted; whom the fiends compel</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Together now, in <del>shapely quivering</del>
							              <del>close-drawn</del>
							              <add>snake-bound shuddering</add> sheaves</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Of anguish, while the scorching bridegroom leaves</l>
						            <l n="8">Their refuse maidenhood abominable.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Night sucks them down, the garbage of the pit,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Whose names, half entered in the book of Life,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> Were God's desire at noon. And as their hair <del>And as the fair</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <del>fouled wretches sink etc</del> And eyes sink last, the Torturer deigns no whit</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> To gaze, but, yearning, waits his worthier wife,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="2"> The Sin still blithe on earth that sent them there.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="102v" image="a.fiz44-69.102v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>71</trans>
					          <desc>Number added on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 21.7x17.6cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.43" type="sonnet" n="43" title="Nuptial Sleep" id="a.5-1869.i120"
                  workcode="5-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <foreign lang="latin">Placata Venere</foreign>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">So their lips drew asunder, with <del>fierce</del>
							              <add>sweet</add> smart:</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And <del>like</del>
							              <add>as</add> the last slow sudden <del>rain</del> drops <add>are</add> shed</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> From sparkling eaves when <add>all</add> the <del>short</del> storm has fled,</l>
						            <l n="4">So singly flagged the pulses of each heart.</l>
						            <l n="5">Then their close bosoms sundered at one start,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> As when a flower bursts open on its bed</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> From the knit stem; yet still their mouths, burnt red,</l>
						            <l n="8">Chirped at each other where they lay apart.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.</l>
						            <l n="11">Slowly their souls swam up again, through gleams</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> Of watered light, and dull drowned waifs of day:</l>
						            <l n="13">Till from some wonder of new woods and streams</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> He woke, and wondered more: for there she lay.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="103" image="a.fiz44-69.103.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>85</trans>
					          <desc>Number added on page above proof text, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>This is a proof page (numbered 227) from the <xref doc="a.1-1870.tauchnitz.raw">Tauchnitz Edition of the 1870</xref>
						            <hi rend="i">
							              <title level="doc">Poems</title>
						            </hi>, with DGR's manuscript corrections; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.44" type="proof" n="44" title="Poems. (Tauchnitz 1873 Edition)"
                  workcode="1-1870.tauchnitz">
				           <div2 anchor="0.3.44.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="Vain Virtues" id="a.17-1869.i121"
                     workcode="17-1869">
					             <divheader>
						               <title>
							                 <hi rend="c">SONNET <del>XXXIX.</del>
							                 </hi>
							                 <add>LXXXV</add>
							                 <lb/>
							                 <hi rend="c">VAIN VIRTUES.</hi>
						               </title>
					             </divheader>
					             <lg n="1" type="octave">
						               <l n="1">
							                 <hi rend="sc">What</hi> is the sorriest thing that enters Hell?</l>
						               <l n="2" indent="1"> None of the sins,&#8212;but this and that fair deed</l>
						               <l n="3" indent="1"> Which a soul's sin at length could supersede.</l>
						               <l n="4">These yet are virgins, whom death's timely knell</l>
						               <l n="5">Might once have sainted; whom the fiends compel</l>
						               <l n="6" indent="1"> Together now, in snake-bound shuddering sheaves</l>
						               <l n="7" indent="1"> Of anguish, while the <del>scorching bridegroom</del>
							                 <add>pit's pollution</add> leaves</l>
						               <l n="8">Their refuse maidenhood abominable.</l>
					             </lg>
					             <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						               <l n="9">Night sucks them down, the <del>garbage</del>
							                 <add>tribute</add> of the pit,</l>
						               <l n="10" indent="1"> Whose names, half entered in the book of Life,</l>
						               <l n="11" indent="2"> Were God's desire at noon. And as their hair</l>
						               <l n="12">And eyes sink last, the Torturer deigns no whit</l>
						               <l n="13" indent="1"> To gaze, but, yearning, waits his <del>worthier</del>
							                 <add>destined</add> wife,</l>
						               <l n="14" indent="2"> The Sin still blithe on earth that sent them there.</l>
					             </lg>
					             <pageheader>
						               <bibliosig>15*</bibliosig>
					             </pageheader>
				           </div2>
            </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="104" image="a.fiz44-69.104.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two cross strokes. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>68</trans>
					          <desc>Number added to manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>Design for the Magdalene crayon</trans>
					          <desc>Note added by Charles Fairfax Murray in reference to the sketch on the verso of the page. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, cancelled; size: 21.8x18cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.45" type="sonnet" n="45" title="Lost Days" id="a.1-1862.i122"
                  workcode="1-1862">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Lost Days</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
					          <delspan>
                  <lg n="1" type="octave">
						               <l n="1">The lost days of my life until to-day,</l>
						               <l n="2" indent="1"> What were they, could I see them on the street</l>
						               <l n="3" indent="1"> Lie as they fell? Would they be ears of wheat</l>
						               <l n="4">Sown once for food but trodden into clay?</l>
						               <l n="5">Or golden coins squandered and still to pay?</l>
						               <l n="6" indent="1"> Or drops of blood dabbling the guilty feet?</l>
						               <l n="7" indent="1"> Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat</l>
						               <l n="8">The throats of men in Hell, who thirst alway?</l>
					             </lg>
					             <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						               <l n="9">I do not see them here; but after death</l>
						               <l n="10" indent="1"> God knows I know the faces I shall see,</l>
						               <l n="11">Each one a murdered self, with low last breath.</l>
						               <l n="12" indent="1"> &#8220;I am thyself,&#8212;what hast thou done to me?&#8221;&#8212;</l>
						               <l n="13">&#8220;And I&#8212;and I&#8212;thyself!&#8221; (lo! each one saith,)</l>
						               <l n="14" indent="1"> &#8220;And thou thyself to all eternity.&#8221;</l>
					             </lg>
               </delspan>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="104v" image="a.sa204.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <ornament>DGR's sketch for a picture</ornament>
					          <note>
                  <xref doc="a.sa204.rap.html" workcode="sa204">Pencil sketch</xref>, (size: 21.8 x18 cm.) depicting a woman nude to the waist and holding a censer at her left side. Charles Fairfax Murray's note on the other side of the leaf identifies this
						picture as a &#8220;<quote>Design for the <xref doc="a.s250.rap">Magdalene Crayon</xref>
						            </quote>&#8221; but this identification seems wrong.
					</note>
				        </pageheader>
				
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.46" type="section" n="30a" title="Woman With Vessel"
                  workcode="sa204">
					          <p>
						            <xptr doc="a.sa204.rap" workcode="sa204"/>
						            <figure entity="a.sa204.tif" title="Woman With Vessel" workcode="sa204">
							              <figdesc>Pencil Sketch, 21.8 x 18 cm.</figdesc>
						            </figure>
					          </p>
				        </div1>
				
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="105" image="a.fiz44-69.105.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="prtrdir">
					          <trans>print this after Retro Me Sathana Lost Days (page 81)</trans>
					          <desc>DGR's note for the printer, for the 1881 <title level="doc">
							              <hi rend="i">
								                <xref doc="a.2-1881.raw">Ballads and Sonnets</xref>
							              </hi>
						            </title>. The title &#8220;<quote>Lost Days</quote>&#8221; is substituted for the title &#8220;<quote>Retro Me Sathana</quote>&#8221; and page 81 substitutes for an
						obscured number</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected fair copy; size: 22.1x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.47" type="sonnet" n="46" title="Death's Songsters"
                  id="a.14-1870.i123"
                  workcode="14-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Deadly Sweetness</del>
							              <del>Death-Sweetness</del>
							              <add>Death's Songsters</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">When first that horse, within whose populous womb</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> The birth was Death, o'ershadowed Troy with fate,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Her elders, dubious of its Grecian freight,</l>
						            <l n="4">Brought Helen there to sing the songs of home:</l>
						            <l n="5">She whispered, &#8220;Friends, I am <del>here</del> alone; come, come!&#8221;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Then, crouched within, Ulysses waxed afraid,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> And on his comrades' quivering mouths he laid</l>
						            <l n="8">His hands, and held them till the voice was dumb.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">The same was he who, lashed to his own mast,</l>
						            <l n="10"> Beside the sirens' singing island pass'd,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Till sweetness failed along the <del>sapphire</del>
							              <add>inveterate</add> sea. . . .</l>
						            <l n="12">Say, soul,&#8212; and doth no fatal song for us</l>
						            <l n="13">Prove yet than <del>all the seas</del>
							              <add>any crown</add> more rapturous,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">No death's lip shame the cheek of victory?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="106" image="a.fiz44-69.106.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>88</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>fair copy, with note to the poem added later by DGR; size: 22.2x16.8cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.48" type="sonnet" n="47" title="Hero's Lamp" id="a.1-1875.i124"
                  workcode="1-1875.sa88"
                  dblwork="1-1875.sa88">
					          <divheader>
						            <title id="A.PN1">Heros Lamp *</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">That lamp thou fill'st in Eros' name tonight,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> O Hero, shall the Sestian augurs take</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Tomorrow, and for drowned Leander's sake</l>
						            <l n="4">To Anteros its fireless lip shall plight.</l>
						            <l n="5">Aye, waft the unspoken vow: yet dawn's first light</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> On ebbing storm &amp; life twice ebb'd must break;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> While 'neath no sunrise, by the Avernian Lake,</l>
						            <l n="8">Lo where Love walks, Death's pallid neophyte.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">That lamp within Anteros' shadowy shrine</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Shall stand unlit (for so the gods decree)</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Till some one man the happy issue see</l>
						            <l n="12">Of a life's love, and bid its flame to shine:</l>
						            <l n="13">Which still may rest unfir'd; for mine <add>theirs</add> or thine,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> O brother, what brought Love to thee or me <add>them or thee</add>?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <pagenote place="f" anchor="y" resp="au" target="A.PN1">
					          <p>* It is said that, after the death of Leander and Hero, the<lb/>signal-lamp was dedicated to Anteros, with the <del>decree</del>
						            <add>edict</add> that<lb/>no man should light it <del>who would not say that</del> unless his<lb/>love had proved <del>to be a happy one</del> fortunate.</p>
				        </pagenote>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="106v" image="a.fiz44-69.106v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>sonnet cancelled with four cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>(lordship) triumph splendour quired chaunted carolled choired hymned lettered</trans>
					          <desc>DGR wrote out three alternates for lines 3 and 13 in the sonnet</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>cancelled holograph copy, with corrections; size: 22.2x16.8cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.49" type="sonnet" n="48" title="John Keats" id="a.4-1880.i125"
                  workcode="4-1880">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>John Keats</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">The weltering London ways where children weep,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">
							              <add>Where</add> And girls whom none call maidens laugh, <del>and</del>
							              <del>while</del>
							              <add>where</add> gain</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1" part="i">
							              <del>Arrests men's steps to lordship or disdain</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1" part="f">
							              <add>Allures men's hurrying steps, their loss to attain:</add>
						            </l>
						            <addspan>
							              <l n="2.1" indent="5">. . . . . laugh; the lane</l>
							              <l n="3.1" indent="1">Between the hospital beds of moaning pain:</l>
						            </addspan> 
						            <l n="4">The <del>brink of Castaly</del>
							              <add>bright Castalian brink</add>, and Latmos' steep:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">Such were his paths, till deeper &amp; more deep</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> He trod the sands of Lethe, and his brain,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Weary with labour spurned and love found vain,</l>
						            <l n="8">Drowsed where the shadows of dead Rome wrap his sleep.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O pang-dowered Poet, whose reverberant lips</l>
						            <l n="10">And heart-strung lyre awoke the Moon's eclipse,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Thou whom the daisies glory in growing o'er,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">To us thou leav'st this fragrance, and a name</l>
						            <l n="13">Not writ but <del>quired</del>
							              <del>choir'd</del>
							              <add>rumoured</add> in water, <del>where</del>
							              <add>while</add> thy fame</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Echoes along Time's flood for evermore.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <p>(lordship)<lb/>&gt;triumph<lb/>splendour</p>
					          <p>(quired)<lb/>chaunted<lb/>carolled<lb/>[?]</p>
					          <p>choir'd<lb/>hymned<lb/>lettered</p>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="107" image="a.fiz44-69.107.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>89</trans>
					          <desc>number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>[???]</trans>
					          <desc>a series of very faint and unreadable scripts appear at the foot of the page</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>holograph corrected copy; size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.50" type="sonnet" n="49" title="The Trees of the Garden"
                  id="a.2-1875.i126"
                  workcode="2-1875">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>The</del> The Trees of the Garden</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>--------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; &amp; ye</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And still stand silent:&#8212;is it all a show,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="4">A wisp that laughs upon the wall?&#8212;decree</l>
						            <l n="5">Of some inexorable <del>irrevocable</del> supremacy</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Which ever, as man strains his blind surmise</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> From depth to ominous depth, looks past his eyes,</l>
						            <l n="8">Sphinx-faced with unabashèd augury?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Nay, rather question the Earth's self. Invoke</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The <del>upheaved</del>
							              <add>storm-felled</add> forest-trees moss-grown today</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Whose roots are hillocks where the children play;</l>
						            <l n="12">Or ask the silver sapling 'neath what yoke</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">
							              <del>Those stars, that through his springtime/ [?] watch the oak</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>When e'er his gnarled boughs shrink shall hold their way</del>
						            </l>
						            <addspan>
							              <l n="13.1" indent="1">
								                <add>Those stars, his spray-crown's clustering gems, shall wage</add>
							              </l>
							              <l n="14.1" indent="1">Their journey <add>still</add> when his <del>gnarled</del> boughs shrink with age.</l>
						            </addspan>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				
				        <page n="108" image="a.fiz44-69.108.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>90</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected copy; size: 21.9x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.51" type="sonnet" n="50" title="&#8220;Retro me, Sathana!&#8221;"
                  id="a.6-1847.i127"
                  workcode="6-1847.s37"
                  dblwork="6-1847.s37">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>&#8220;Retro me, Sathana!&#8221;</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
						            <l n="1">Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Stooping against the wind, a charioteer</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Is caught <del>down</del> from <add>out</add> his chariot by the hair,</l>
						            <l n="4">So shall Time be; and as the void car, hurled</l>
						            <l n="5">Abroad by reinless steeds, even so the world:</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Yea, even as chariot-dust upon the air,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> It shall be sought and not found anywhere.</l>
						            <l n="8">Get thee behind me, Satan. <del>Gilt and pearled</del>
							              <add>Oft unfurled,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="9" part="i">
							              <del>Thy speech is like the rich simoom which hath</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="9" part="f">
							              <add>Thy perilous wings can beat and break like lath</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10">
							              <del>Within its vortex [?] and gold yet slays</del>
							              <add>Much mightiness of men to win thee praise.</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8.1" indent="6">
							              <del>[?] Oft unfurled,</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="9.1">
							              <del>Thy horrible/perilous wings shall beat &amp; break like lath</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.1">
							              <del>Much strength of <add>mightiness of</add> mighty men to win thee praise</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Leave these weak feet to tread in narrow ways.</l>
						            <l n="12">Thou still, upon the broad vine-sheltered path,</l>
						            <l n="13">Mayst wait the turning of the phials of wrath</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Many years, many months, and many days.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="108v" image="a.fiz44-69.108v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>30</trans>
					          <desc>Number written on the manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled by three cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, heavily corrected, then cancelled; size: 21.9x17.4cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.52" type="sonnet" n="51" title="Secret Parting" id="a.11-1869.i128"
                  workcode="11-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <add>Secret</add> Parting <del>Moments/Loves</del>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Because our talk had been of Love's control</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And Hope's enthrallment and the face of Fate,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Her pitying kisses faltered at the gate</l>
						            <l n="4">And her eyes dreamed towards a distant goal:</l>
						            <l n="5">But soon, remembering her how brief the whole</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Of Joy, which its own hours annihilate,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Her deep gaze hankered, thirstier than of late,</l>
						            <l n="8">And as she kissed, her mouth became her soul.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">
							              <del>Thence in what years we wandered &amp; how strove</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>To build from those poor [?]ing hours <add>up fire-tried hours [?] jealous</add> the home</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1">
							              <del>Where outcast lifelong memory yet should roam</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12">
							              <del>They only know for whom the House of Love</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13">
							              <del>Could [?] the still-seated secret of the grove</del>
							              <add>Could [?] secret of the grove,</add>
							              <add>[???]</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>Nor spire may reach/rise nor bell be heard therefrom.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="9.1">
							              <add>Thence in what ways we wandered, and how strove</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10.1" indent="1">
							              <add>To build with fire-tried vows the <del>perilous</del>
								                <add>piteous</add> home</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11.1" indent="1" part="i">
							              <del>Where outcast lifelong memory yet should roam</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="11.1" indent="1" part="f">
							              <add>Which memory haunts and whither sleep may roam,&#8212;</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="12.1">
							              <add>They only know for whom the House of Love</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="13.1">
							              <add>Is the still-seated secret of the grove,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="14.1" indent="1">
							              <add>Nor spire may rise nor bell be heard therefrom.</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="109" image="a.fiz44-69.109.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>89 91 65</trans>
					          <desc>Numbers written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph fair copy, corrected, then cancelled; size: 21.8x17.8cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.53" type="sonnet" n="52" title="Lost on Both Sides"
                  id="a.4-1854.i129"
                  workcode="4-1854">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Lost on Both Sides</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As when two men have loved a woman well,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Each hating each, <del>and all in self deceit</del>
							              <add>through Love's and Death's deceit;</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Since not for either this stark marriage-sheet</l>
						            <l n="4">And the long pauses of this wedding-bell:</l>
						            <l n="5">Yet o'er her grave the night and day dispel</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> At last their feud forlorn, with cold and heat;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Nor other than dear friends to death may fleet</l>
						            <l n="8">The two lives left that most of her can tell:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">So separate hopes, which in a soul had wooed</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The one same Peace, strove with each other long,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> And Peace before their faces perished since:</l>
						            <l n="12">So <del>in</del>
							              <add>through</add> that soul, in restless brotherhood,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1">
							              <del>Where silence may not be, they</del>
							              <add>They roam together now, and</add> wind among</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Its bye-streets, knocking at the dusty inns.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="109v" image="a.fiz44-69.109v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy, corrected, then cancelled; size: 21.8x17.8cm. DGR dates the poem at the end:&#8220;<quote>Dies Atra 1st May 1869.</quote>&#8221;</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.54" type="sonnet" n="53" title="Death-in-Love" id="a.13-1869.i130"
                  workcode="13-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>
							              <del>Love-in-Death</del>
							              <add>Death-in-Love</add>
						            </title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>---------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">There came an image in Life's retinue</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1">That had Love's wings and bore his gonfalon:</l>
						            <l n="3">
							              <del> [?] he spread it in the Sun</del>
							              <add>Fair was the web, and well pourtrayed thereon,</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4" part="i">
							              <del>Bright was the web and sweet the wind it blew</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="4" part="f">
							              <del>One soul sequestered face's form and hue</del>
							              <add>O soul-sequestered face, thy form and hue!</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="5">Bewildering sounds, such as Spring wakens to,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Shook in its folds; and through my heart its power</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Sped trackless as the immemorable hour</l>
						            <l n="8">When birth's <del>dark</del>
							              <add>harsh</add> portal groaned and all was new.</l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <del>When shuddering portals groaned &amp; birth won through.</del>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">But a veiled woman followed, and she caught</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> The banner round its staff, to <del>swath</del>
							              <add>furl</add> and cling,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Then plucked a feather from the bearer's wing,</l>
						            <l n="12">And held it to his lips that stirred it not,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> And said to me, &#8220;Behold, there is no breath:</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>Look [?] and thine for</del>
							              <add>I and this Love are one, and</add> I am Death.&#8221;</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <ornlb>------------------------</ornlb>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="110" image="a.fiz44-69.110.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.55" type="poem group" n="54" title="The Sun's Shame"
                  id="a.18-1869.i131"
                  workcode="18-1869">
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>92</trans>
						            <desc>Number written on manuscript, not by DGR</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>Holograph fair copy; size: 17.9x11.1cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.3.55.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="The Sun's Shame I"
                     id="a.18a-1869.i132"
                     workcode="18-1869"
                     subset="a">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>The Sun's Shame</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
						            <lg n="1" type="quatorzain">
							              <l n="1">Beholding youth &amp; hope in mockery caught</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> From life; and mocking pulses that remain</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> When the soul's death of bodily death is fain;</l>
							              <l n="4">Honour unknown, and honour known unsought;</l>
							              <l n="5">And penury's sedulous self-torturing thought</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> On gold, whose master therewith buys his bane;</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> And longed-for woman longing all in vain</l>
							              <l n="8">For lonely man with love's desire distraught;</l>
							              <l n="9">And wealth, and strength, &amp; power, &amp; pleasantness,</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> Given unto bodies of whose souls men say,</l>
							              <l n="11" indent="1"> None poor and weak, slavish and foul, as they:&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="12">Beholding these things, I behold no less</l>
							              <l n="13">The blushing morn and blushing eve confess</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> The shame that loads the intolerable day.</l>
						            </lg>
						            <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
					          </div2>
					          <epage/>
					          <page n="111" image="a.fiz44-69.111.tif"/>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>To follow the one in vol.</trans>
						            <desc>DGR's note, cancelled; the reference is to the companion sonnet, which was published alone in the 1870 volume of DGR's<xref doc="a.1-1870.1stedn.rad" workcode="18-1869">
								                <title level="wrk">
									                  <hi rend="i">Poems</hi>
								                </title>
							              </xref>. </desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <trans>93 94</trans>
						            <desc>Numbers written on manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>Holograph copy, heavily corrected; size: 22.2x17.4cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.3.55.2" type="sonnet" n="2" title="The Sun's Shame II"
                     id="a.18b-1869.i133"
                     workcode="18-1869"
                     subset="b">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>
								                <del>The World's Soul</del>
								                <add>The Sun's Shame II.</add>
							              </title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <ornlb>-------</ornlb>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <l n="1">As some true chief of men, bowed down with stress</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> Of life's disastrous eld, on blossoming youth</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> May gaze, and murmur with self-pity and ruth,&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="4">&#8220;Might I thy fruitless treasure but possess,</l>
							              <l n="5">Such blessing of mine all coming years should bless;&#8221;&#8212; </l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> Then sends one sigh forth to the unknown goal,</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> And bitterly feels breathe against his soul</l>
							              <l n="8">The hour swift-winged of nearer nothingness:&#8212;</l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">Even so the World's grey Soul to the green World</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> Perchance one hour must cry: &#8220;Woe's me, for whom</l>
							              <l n="11" indent="1">
								                <add>Inveteracy of ill portends the doom,&#8212;</add>
							              </l>
							              <l n="11.1" indent="1">
								                <del>Dread change portends the irrevocable doom</del>
							              </l>
							              <l n="12">Whose heart's old fire in shadow of shame is furl'd:</l>
							              <l n="13" indent="1"> While thou even as of yore art journeying,</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> All soulless now, yet merry with the Spring!&#8221;</l>
						            </lg>
						            <ornlb>--------------------------</ornlb>
					          </div2>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="112" image="a.fiz44-69.112.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>94 92</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers written on manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph corrected fair copy; size: 22.2x17.3cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.56" type="sonnet" n="55" title="Michaelangelo's Kiss"
                  id="a.4-1881.i134"
                  workcode="4-1881">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Michael Angelo's Kiss</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Great Michel Angelo, with age grown bleak,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> And uttermost labours, having <del>wholly said</del>
							              <add>once o'ersaid</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> All grievous memories on his long life shed,</l>
						            <l n="4">This worst regret to one true heart could speak;&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="5">That when, with sorrowing love and reverence meek,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> He stooped o'er sweet Colonna's dying bed,</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> His Muse and dominant Lady, spirit-wed,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="8">
							              <del>Her dear pale lips he kissed not, but her cheek.</del>
						            </l>
						            <l n="8.1">
							              <add>Her hand he kissed, but not her brow or cheek.</add>
						            </l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">O Buonarruoti,&#8212;good at <del>the Sun's wheels</del>
							              <add>Art's fire-wheels</add>
						            </l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1">
							              <del>That guides his</del>
							              <add>To urge her</add> chariot!&#8212; even thus the Soul,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Touching at length some sorely-chastened goal,</l>
						            <l n="12">Earns <add>oftenest</add> but a little: <del>oftenest</del> her appeals</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Were deep and mute,&#8212;lowly her claim. Let be:</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> What holds for her Death's garner? And for thee?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="113" image="a.fiz44-69.113.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>64 95</trans>
					          <desc>Two numbers written on manuscript, not by DGR. </desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with cross strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <trans>The vase of Life</trans>
					          <desc>This title added later by Charles Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph, corrected fair copy, cancelled; size: 21.8x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.57" type="sonnet" n="56" title="The Vase of Life"
                  id="a.19-1869.i135"
                  workcode="19-1869">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Run and Won</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Around the vase of Life at your slow pace</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> He has not crept, but turned it with his hands,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> And all its sides already understands.</l>
						            <l n="4">There, girt, one breathes alert for some great race;</l>
						            <l n="5">Whose road runs far by sands &amp; fruitful space;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Who laughs, yet through the jolly throng has pass'd;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Who weeps, nor stays for weeping; who at last,</l>
						            <l n="8">A youth, stands somewhere <del>[?]</del>
							              <add>crowned,</add> with silent face.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">And he has filled this vase with wine for blood,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> With blood for tears, with spice for burning vow,</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> With watered flowers for buried love most fit;</l>
						            <l n="12">And would have cast it shattered to the flood,</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Yet in Fate's name has kept it whole; which now</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Stands empty till his ashes fall in it.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>--------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="113v" image="a.fiz44-69.113v.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="other">
					          <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two strokes</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>Holograph copy corrected; size: 21.8x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.58" type="sonnet" n="57" title="A Superscription"
                  id="a.2-1868.i136"
                  workcode="2-1868">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>A Superscription</title>
						            <scribe>DGR</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Unto thine ear I hold the dead-sea shell</l>
						            <l n="4">Cast up thy Life's <del>embittered leaves</del>
							              <add>foam-<del>covered</del> fretted feet</add> between;</l>
						            <l n="5">Unto thine eyes the glass where <del>life</del>
							              <add>that</add> is seen</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Which <del>once had its<add>Life's Love's</add> own form</del>
							              <add>had Life's form and Love's,</add> but by my spell</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,</l>
						            <l n="8">Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Mark me, how still I am: but <del>if</del>
							              <add>should</add> there dart</l>
						            <l n="10"> One moment through thy soul the <del>sweet</del>
							              <add>soft</add> surprize</l>
						            <l n="11"> Of that <del>soft</del> wing<add>ed Peace</add> which <del>[?]/bears the sleep</del> lulls the breath of sighs,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart</l>
						            <l n="13">Thy visage to <del>the</del>
							              <add>mine</add> ambush at <del>the</del>
							              <add>thy</add> heart</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1">
							              <del>Made</del>
							              <del>Held</del> Sleepless with <add>cold</add> commemorative eyes.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="114" image="a.fiz44-69.114.tif"/>
				        <pageheader>
					          <note>size: 22.2x17.5cm.</note>
				        </pageheader>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.59" type="sonnet" n="58" title="Life the Beloved"
                  id="a.8-1873.i137"
                  workcode="8-1873">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Life the Beloved</title>
						            <scribe>May Morris</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <ornlb>-----</ornlb>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Somewhile unto thy sight <del>must needs have</del>
							              <add>perchance hath</add> been</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Ghastly and strange, yet never so is seen</l>
						            <l n="4">In thought, but to all fortunate favour wed;</l>
						            <l n="5">As thy love's death-bound features never dead</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> To memory's glass return, but contravene</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Frail fugitive days, and alway keep, I ween,</l>
						            <l n="8">Than all new life a livelier lovelihead:&#8212;</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">So Life herself, thy spirit's friend and love,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Even still as Spring's authentic harbinger</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="2"> Glows with fresh hours for hope to glorify;</l>
						            <l n="12">Though pale she lay when in the winter grove</l>
						            <l n="13" indent="1"> Her funeral flowers were snow-flakes shed on her</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="2"> And the red wings of frost-fire rent the sky.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-----------------</ornlb>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="115" image="a.fiz44-69.115.tif"/>
				        <msadds type="note">
					          <trans>see [?] of Sonnet xcv MS for original MSS</trans>
					          <desc>Note by Fairfax Murray</desc>
				        </msadds>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.60" type="sonnet" n="59" title="A Superscription"
                  id="a.2-1868.i138"
                  workcode="2-1868">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XCVII <lb/>A Superscription.</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> I am also called No-more, Too-late, Farewell;</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> Unto thine ear I hold the dead sea shell</l>
						            <l n="4">Cast up thy Life's foam-fretted feet between;</l>
						            <l n="5">Unto thine eyes the glass where that is seen</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Which had Life's form and Love's, but by my spell</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Is now a shaken shadow intolerable,</l>
						            <l n="8">Of ultimate things unuttered the frail screen.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Mark me, how still I am! But should there dart</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> One moment through thy soul the soft surprise</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Of that winged Peace which lulls the breath of sighs,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">Then shalt thou see me smile, and turn apart</l>
						            <l n="13">Thy visage to mine ambush at thy heart</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Sleepless with cold commemorative eyes.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="116" image="a.fiz44-69.116.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.61" type="sonnet" n="60" title="He and I" id="a.15-1870.i139"
                  workcode="15-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet XCVIII <lb/>He and I.</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">Whence came his feet into my field, and why?</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> How is it that he sees it all so drear? </l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> How do I see his seeing, and how hear</l>
						            <l n="4">The name his bitter silence <del>[?]</del> knows it by? </l>
						            <l n="5">This was the little fold of separate sky </l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Whose pasturing clouds in the soul's atmosphere</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Drew living light from one continual year:</l>
						            <l n="8">How should he find it lifeless? He, or I?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Lo! this new Self now wanders round my field,</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> With plaints for every flower, and for each tree</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> A moan, the sighing wind's auxiliary:</l>
						            <l n="12">And o'er sweet waters of my life, that yield</l>
						            <l n="13">Unto his lips no draught but tears unseal'd,</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Even in my place he weeps. Even I, not he.</l>
					          </lg>
				        </div1>
				        <epage/>
				        <page n="117" image="a.fiz44-69.117.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.62" type="poem group" n="61" title="Newborn Death"
                  id="a.3-1868.i140"
                  workcode="3-1868">
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two cross strokes</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>Holograph corrected copy, cancelled; 21.8x17.2cm.</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.3.62.1" type="sonnet" n="1" title="Newborn Death I"
                     id="a.3a-1868.i141"
                     workcode="3-1868"
                     subset="a">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>Newborn Death</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <l n="1">Today Death seems to me <del>a newborn</del>
								                <add>an infant</add> child</l>
							              <l n="2" indent="1"> Which her worn mother Life upon my knee</l>
							              <l n="3" indent="1"> Has set to grow my friend &amp; play with me;</l>
							              <l n="4">If haply so my heart might be beguil'd</l>
							              <l n="5">To find no terrors in a face so mild,</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1">
								                <del>But made [?] with fatality</del>
								                <add>If haply so my weary heart might be</add>
							              </l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1">
								                <del>May never any more be moved to flee</del>
								                <add>Unto the newborn milky eyes of thee,</add>
							              </l>
							              <l n="8">
								                <del>From those now [?] eyes grown wide and wild.</del>
								                <add>O Death, before resentment reconcil'd.</add>
							              </l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">How long, O Death? And shall thy feet depart</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> Still a young child's with mine<add>,</add>
								                <del>?</del> &#8212;or wilt thou stand</l>
							              <l n="11">Fullgrown the helpful daughter of my heart,</l>
							              <l n="12" indent="1"> What time with thee <del>at length</del>
								                <add>indeed</add> I reach the strand</l>
							              <l n="13">Of <del>that</del>
								                <add>the</add> pale wave which knows thee what thou art,</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> And drink it in the hollow of thy hand?</l>
						            </lg>
						            <ornlb>------------------</ornlb>
					          </div2>
					          <epage/>
					          <page n="117v" image="a.fiz44-69.117v.tif"/>
					          <msadds type="other">
						            <desc>Sonnet cancelled with two cross strokes</desc>
					          </msadds>
					          <pageheader>
						            <note>Holograph copy, heavily corrected</note>
					          </pageheader>
					          <div2 anchor="0.3.62.2" type="sonnet" n="2" title="Newborn Death II"
                     id="a.3b-1868.i142"
                     workcode="3-1868"
                     subset="b">
						            <divheader>
							              <title>II</title>
							              <scribe>DGR</scribe>
						            </divheader>
						            <lg n="1" type="octave">
							              <addspan>
								                <l n="1">And thou, O Life, <del>the lady of all bliss</del>
									                  <del>by whom such artifice</del>
									                  <add>the lady of all bliss,</add>
								                </l>
								                <l n="2" indent="1" part="i">
									                  <del>With whom when these our hearts beat full &amp; fast</del>
								                </l>
								                <l n="2" indent="1" part="f">
									                  <add>With whom, when our first heart beat full and fast,</add>
								                </l>
								                <l n="3" indent="1">
									                  <add>I</add>
									                  <del>[?]</del> wandered till the haunts of men were past,</l>
							              </addspan>
							              <l n="4">And in <del>rich</del>
								                <add>fair</add> places found all bowers amiss</l>
							              <l n="5">Till only woods and waves might hear our kiss,</l>
							              <l n="6" indent="1"> While to the winds all thought of Death we cast:&#8212;</l>
							              <l n="7" indent="1"> Ah! Life, and must I have from thee at last</l>
							              <l n="8">No smile to greet me &amp; no babe but this?</l>
						            </lg>
						            <lg n="2" type="sestet">
							              <l n="9">Lo! Love, the child once ours; and Song, whose hair</l>
							              <l n="10" indent="1"> Blew like a flame &amp; blossomed like a wreath;</l>
							              <l n="11">And Art, whose <del>eyes made</del>
								                <add>glance shaped</add> God &amp; formed him fair;</l>
							              <addspan>
								                <l n="11.1" indent="2">whose eyes were as God's skies laid bare;</l>
								                <l n="11.2" indent="2">whose eyes were worlds by God found fair;</l>
								                <l n="11.3" indent="2">whose <del>[?]</del> glance met God's and formed <del>them</del> Him fair;</l>
								                <l n="11.4" indent="2">
									                  <del>whose wondering eyes made wondrous fair</del>
								                </l>
								                <l n="11.5" indent="2">
									                  <add>with wondrous wondering eyes most fair</add>
								                </l>
								                <l n="11.6" indent="2">
									                  <del>with wondrous eyes of wondering prayer</del>
								                </l>
								                <l n="11.7" indent="2">
									                  <del>whose glance shaped gods and formed them fair</del>
								                </l>
							              </addspan>
							              <l n="12" indent="1"> These o'er the book of Nature mixed their breath</l>
							              <l n="13">With <del>heart-locked hands</del>
								                <add>
									                  <del> [?] locked [?] </del> neck-twined arms</add>, as oft we watched them there:</l>
							              <l n="14" indent="1"> And did these die that thou mightst bear me Death?</l>
						            </lg>
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				        <page n="118" image="a.fiz44-69.118.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.63" type="sonnet" n="62" title="Newborn Death II"
                  id="a.3b-1868.i143"
                  workcode="3-1868"
                  subset="b">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet C. <lb/>Newborn Death II</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">And thou, O Life, the lady of all bliss,</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> With whom, when our first heart beat full and fast,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> I wandered till the haunts of men were pass'd,</l>
						            <l n="4">And in fair places found all bowers amiss</l>
						            <l n="5">Till only woods and waves might hear our kiss,</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> While to the winds all thought of Death we cast:&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Ah! Life, and must I have from thee at last</l>
						            <l n="8">No smile to greet me and no babe but this?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Lo! Love, the child once ours; and Song, whose hair</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Blew like a flame and blossomed like a wreath;</l>
						            <l n="11">And Art, whose eyes were worlds by God found fair:</l>
						            <l n="12" indent="1"> These o'er the book of Nature mixed their breath</l>
						            <l n="13">With neck-twined arms, as oft we watched them there;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> And did these die that thou mightst bear me Death?</l>
					          </lg>
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				        <epage/>
				        <page n="119" image="a.fiz44-69.119.tif"/>
				        <div1 anchor="0.3.64" type="sonnet" n="63" title="The One Hope" id="a.16-1870.i173"
                  workcode="16-1870">
					          <divheader>
						            <title>Sonnet CI. <lb/>The One Hope.</title>
						            <scribe>Charles Fairfax Murray</scribe>
					          </divheader>
					          <lg n="1" type="octave">
						            <l n="1">When vain desire at last and vain regret</l>
						            <l n="2" indent="1"> Go hand in hand to death, and all is vain,</l>
						            <l n="3" indent="1"> What shall assuage the unforgotten pain</l>
						            <l n="4">And teach the unforgetful to forget?</l>
						            <l n="5">Shall Peace be still a sunk stream long unmet,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="6" indent="1"> Or may the soul at once in a green plain</l>
						            <l n="7" indent="1"> Stoop through the spray of some sweet life-fountain</l>
						            <l n="8">And cull the dew-drenched flowering amulet?</l>
					          </lg>
					          <lg n="2" type="sestet">
						            <l n="9">Ah! when the wan soul in that golden air</l>
						            <l n="10" indent="1"> Between the scriptured petals softly blown</l>
						            <l n="11" indent="1"> Peers breathless for the gift of grace unknown,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="12">Ah! let none other alien spell soe'er</l>
						            <l n="13">But only the one Hope's one name be there,&#8212;</l>
						            <l n="14" indent="1"> Nor less nor more, but even that word alone.</l>
					          </lg>
					          <ornlb>-------------</ornlb>
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