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   :PG.Id: 52695
   :PG.Title: The Blessed Damozel
   :PG.Released: 2016-08-01
   :PG.Rights: Public Domain
   :PG.Producer: Al Haines
   :DC.Creator: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
   :MARCREL.ill: Percy Bulcock
   :DC.Title: The Blessed Damozel
   :DC.Language: en
   :DC.Created: 1901
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THE BLESSED DAMOZEL
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      FLOWERS OF PARNASSUS—IV.

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      THE BLESSED DAMOZEL

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   .. _`"The blessed Damozel leaned out"`:

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      "The blessed Damozel leaned out."

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      THE BLESSED DAMOZEL
      BY DANTE GABRIEL
      ROSSETTI.  WITH
      ILLUSTRATIONS BY PERCY
      BULCOCK

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      JOHN LANE: PUBLISHER
      LONDON AND NEW YORK
      1901

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      Wm. Clowes & Sons, Limited, Printers, London.

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   ILLUSTRATIONS.

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`"The blessed Damozel leaned out"`_ . . . Frontispiece

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`"Surely she leaned o'er me"`_

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`"'We two will stand beside that shrine'"`_

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`"'And I myself will teach to him'"`_

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`"'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand'"`_

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`"And laid her face between her hands"`_

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`Tailpiece`_





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   |  I.

   |  The blessed Damozel leaned out
   |    From the gold bar of Heaven:
   |  Her blue-grey eyes were deeper much
   |    Than a deep water, even.
   |  She had three lilies in her hand,
   |    And the stars in her hair were seven.

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   |  II.

   |  Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem,
   |    No wrought flowers did adorn,
   |  But a white rose of Mary's gift
   |    On the neck meetly worn;
   |  And her hair, lying down her back,
   |    Was yellow like ripe corn.

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   |  III.

   |  Herseemed she scarce had been a day
   |    One of God's choristers;
   |  The wonder was not yet quite gone
   |    From that still look of hers;
   |  Albeit to them she left, her day
   |    Had counted as ten years.

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   |  IV.

   |  (To *one* it is ten years of years
   |    . . . Yet now, here in this place,
   |  Surely she leaned o'er me,—her hair
   |    Fell all about my face . . .
   |  Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves.
   |    The whole year sets apace.)

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   |  V.

   |  It was the terrace of God's house
   |    That she was standing on,—
   |  By God built over the sheer depth
   |    In which Space is begun;
   |  So high, that looking downward thence,
   |    She could scarce see the sun.

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   |  VI.

   |  It lies from Heaven across the flood
   |    Of ether, as a bridge.
   |  Beneath, the tides of day and night
   |    With flame and blackness ridge
   |  The void, as low as where this earth
   |    Spins like a fretful midge.

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   |  VII.

   |  But in those tracts, with her, it was
   |    The peace of utter light
   |  And silence.  For no breeze may stir
   |    Along the steady flight
   |  Of seraphim; no echo there,
   |    Beyond all depth or height.

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   |  VIII.

   |  Heard hardly, some of her new friends,
   |    Playing at holy games,
   |  Spake, gentle-mouthed, among themselves,
   |    Their virginal chaste names;
   |  And the souls, mounting up to God,
   |    Went by her like thin flames.

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   |  IX.

   |  And still she bowed herself, and stooped
   |    Into the vast waste calm;
   |  Till her bosom's pressure must have made
   |    The bar she leaned on warm,
   |  And the lilies lay as if asleep
   |    Along her bended arm.

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   |  X.

   |  From the fixt lull of heaven, she saw
   |    Time, like a pulse, shake fierce
   |  Through all the worlds.  Her gaze still strove,
   |    In that steep gulph, to pierce
   |  The swarm: and then she spake, as when
   |    The stars sang in their spheres.

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   |  XI.

   |  "I wish that he were come to me,
   |    For he will come," she said.
   |  "Have I not prayed in solemn heaven?
   |    On earth, has he not prayed?
   |  Are not two prayers a perfect strength?
   |    And shall I feel afraid?

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   |  XII.

   |  "When round his head the aureole clings,
   |    And he is clothed in white,
   |  I'll take his hand, and go with him
   |    To the deep wells of light,
   |  And we will step down as to a stream
   |    And bathe there in God's sight.

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.. _`"'We two will stand beside that shrine'"`:

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   |  XIII.

   |  "We two will stand beside that shrine,
   |    Occult, withheld, untrod,
   |  Whose lamps tremble continually
   |    With prayer sent up to God;
   |  And where each need, revealed, expects
   |    Its patient period.

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   |  XIV.

   |  "We two will lie i' the shadow of
   |    That living mystic tree,
   |  Within whose secret growth the Dove
   |    Sometimes is felt to be,
   |  While every leaf that His plumes touch
   |    Saith His name audibly.

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   |  XV.

   |  "And I myself will teach to him—
   |    I myself, lying so—
   |  The songs I sing here; which his mouth
   |    Shall pause in, hushed and slow,
   |  Finding some knowledge at each pause
   |    And some new thing to know."

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   |  XVI.

   |  (Alas! to *her* wise simple mind
   |    These things were all but known
   |  Before: they trembled on her sense,—
   |    Her voice had caught their tone.
   |  Alas for lonely Heaven!  Alas
   |    For life wrung out alone!

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.. _`"'And I myself will teach to him'"`:

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   |  XVII.

   |  Alas, and though the end were reached?
   |    Was *thy* part understood
   |  Or borne in trust?  And for her sake
   |    Shall this too be found good?—
   |  May the close lips that knew not prayer
   |    Praise ever, though they would?)

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   |  XVIII.

   |  "We two," she said, "will seek the groves
   |    Where the lady Mary is,
   |  With her five handmaidens, whose names
   |    Are five sweet symphonies:—
   |  Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
   |    Margaret, and Rosalys.

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   |  XIX.

   |  "Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks
   |    And bosoms coveréd;
   |  Into the fine cloths, white like flame,
   |    Weaving the golden thread,
   |  To fashion the birth-robes for them
   |    Who are just born, being dead.

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   |  XX.

   |  He shall fear haply, and be dumb.
   |    Then will I lay my cheek
   |  To his, and tell about our love,
   |    Not once abashed or weak:
   |  And the dear Mother will approve
   |    My pride, and let me speak.

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   |  XXI.

   |  'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
   |    To Him round whom all souls
   |  Kneel—the unnumber'd solemn heads
   |    Bowed with their aureoles:
   |  And Angels, meeting us, shall sing
   |    To their citherns and citoles.

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   |  XXII.

   |  "There will I ask of Christ the Lord
   |    Thus much for him and me:—
   |  To have more blessing than on earth
   |    In nowise; but to be
   |  As then we were,—being as then
   |    At peace.  Yea, verily.

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   |  XXIII.

   |  "Yea, verily; when he is come
   |    We will do thus and thus:
   |  Till this my vigil seem quite strange
   |    And almost fabulous;
   |  We two will live at once, one life;
   |    And peace will be with us."

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   |  XXIV.

   |  She gazed, and listened, and then said,
   |    Less sad of speech than mild;
   |  "All this is when he comes."  She ceased;
   |    The light thrilled past her, filled
   |  With Angels, in strong level lapse.
   |    Her eyes prayed, and she smiled.

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   |  XXV.

   |  (I saw her smile.)  But soon their flight
   |    Was vague 'mid the poised spheres.
   |  And then she cast her arms along
   |    The golden barriers,
   |  And laid her face between her hands,
   |    And wept (I heard her tears).


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   THE END

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