Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription
Document Title: Letter to William Holman Hunt, January 30, 1855
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of Composition: 1855 January 23
Type of Manuscript: letter
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The clocks are striking two. I seem to have chatted with you this past hour as of old. There
seems no further news, but it is a shame to send blank paper as far as Jerusalem, so I'll
finish with something of the class that usualy goes to Jericho: my last sonnet—not the best I
think of severaI I have done lately, my only poetic productions, save one ballad, for the last
two years or so: not the best, but the only one in my pocket book. Here it is, and may God
bless you, dear Hunt, and believe me
D. G. Rossetti
- The gloom which breathes upon me with these airs
- Is like the drops that strike the traveller's brow
- Who knows not,
hastening, if they menace now
- Fresh storm, or be old rain the covert bears.
- Ah! bodes this hour its harvest of new tares?
- Or tells again but of the day whose plough
- Sowed hunger since;—The night at last when thou,
- O prayer found vain, didst fall from out my prayers?
- How prickly were the growths which yet how smooth,
10 Along the hedgerows of this journey shed,
Lie here and there
Lie by Time's grace, till night & sleep may soothe.
- Even as the thistle-down from pathsides dead
- Gleaned by a girl in autumns of her youth,
- Which, one new year, makes soft her marriage-bed.
The last simile is from what you told me as a fact common in parts of England.
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