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Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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Lazy laughing languid Jenny	A
Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea	A
Whose head upon my knee to night	B
Rests for a while as if grown light	B
With all our dances and the sound	C
To which the wild tunes spun you round	C
Fair Jenny mine the thoughtless queen	D
Of kisses which the blush between	D
Could hardly make much daintier	E
Whose eyes are as blue skies whose hair	E
Is countless gold incomparable	F
Fresh flower scarce touched with signs that tell	G
Of Love's exuberant hotbed Nay	H
Poor flower left torn since yesterday	H
Until to morrow leave you bare	E
Poor handful of bright spring water	E
Flung in the whirlpool's shrieking face	I
Poor shameful Jenny full of grace	I
Thus with your head upon my knee	A
Whose person or whose purse may be	A
The lodestar of your reverie	A
This room of yours my Jenny looks	J
A change from mine so full of books	J
Whose serried ranks hold fast forsooth	K
So many captive hours of youth	K
The hours they thieve from day and night	B
To make one's cherished work come right	B
And leave it wrong for all their theft	L
Even as to night my work was left	L
Until I vowed that since my brain	M
And eyes of dancing seemed so fain	M
My feet should have some dancing too	N
And thus it was I met with you	N
Well I suppose 'twas hard to part	O
For here I am And now sweetheart	O
You seem too tired to get to bed	P
It was a careless life I led	P
When rooms like this were scarce so strange	Q
Not long ago What breeds the change	Q
The many aims or the few years	R
Because to night it all appears	R
Something I do not know again	S
The cloud's not danced out of my brain	M
The cloud that made it turn and swim	T
While hour by hour the books grew dim	T
Why Jenny as I watch you there	E
For all your wealth of loosened hair	E
Your silk ungirdled and unlac'd	P
And warm sweets open to the waist	P
All golden in the lamplight's gleam	U
You know not what a book you seem	U
Half read by lightning in a dream	U
How should you know my Jenny Nay	H
And I should be ashamed to say	H
Poor beauty so well worth a kiss	V
But while my thought runs on like this	V
With wasteful whims more than enough	W
I wonder what you're thinking of	X
If of myself you think at all	Y
What is the thought conjectural	Y
On sorry matters best unsolved	P
Or inly is each grace revolved	P
To fit me with a lure or sad	P
To think perhaps you're merely glad	P
That I'm not drunk or ruffianly	Y
And let you rest upon my knee	A
For sometimes were the truth confess'd	P
You're thankful for a little rest	P
Glad from the crush to rest within	Z
From the heart sickness and the din	Z
Where envy's voice at virtue's pitch	A2
Mocks you because your gown is rich	A2
And from the pale girl's dumb rebuke	B2
Whose ill clad grace and toil worn look	C2
Proclaim the strength that keeps her weak	D2
And other nights than yours bespeak	D2
And from the wise unchildish elf	E2
To schoolmate lesser than himself	E2
Pointing you out what thing you are	E
Yes from the daily jeer and jar	E
From shame and shame's outbraving too	P
Is rest not sometimes sweet to you	P
But most from the hatefulness of man	F2
Who spares not to end what he began	F2
Whose acts are ill and his speech ill	Y
Who having used you at his will	Y
Thrusts you aside as when I dine	G2
I serve the dishes and the wine	G2
Well handsome Jenny mine sit up	H2
I've filled our glasses let us sup	H2
And do not let me think of you	P
Lest shame of yours suffice for two	P
What still so tired Well well then keep	I2
Your head there so you do not sleep	I2
But that the weariness may pass	J2
And leave you merry take this glass	J2
Ah lazy lily hand more bless'd	P
If ne'er in rings it had been dress'd	P
Nor ever by a glove conceal'd	P
Behold the lilies of the field	P
They toil not neither do they spin	Z
So doth the ancient text begin	Z
Not of such rest as one of these	K2
Can share Another rest and ease	K2
Along each summer sated path	K
From its new lord the garden hath	K
Than that whose spring in blessings ran	F2
Which praised the bounteous husbandman	F2
Ere yet in days of hankering breath	K
The lilies sickened unto death	K
What Jenny are your lilies dead	P
Aye and the snow white leaves are spread	P
Like winter on the garden bed	P
But you had roses left in May	H
They were not gone too Jenny nay	H
But must your roses die and those	L2
Their purfled buds that should unclose	L2
Even so the leaves are curled apart	P
Still red as from the broken heart	P
And here's the naked stem of thorns	L2
Nay nay mere words Here nothing warns	L2
As yet of winter Sickness here	E
Or want alone could waken fear	E
Nothing but passion wrings a tear	E
Except when there may rise unsought	P
Haply at times a passing thought	P
Of the old days which seem to be	A
Much older than any history	A
That is written in any book	C2
When she would lie in fields and look	C2
Along the ground through the blown grass	L2
And wonder where the city was	L2
Far out of sight whose broil and bale	Y
They told her then for a child's tale	Y
Jenny you know the city now	F2
A child can tell the tale there how	F2
Some things which are not yet enroll'd	P
In market lists are bought and sold	P
Even till the early Sunday light	P
When Saturday night is market night	P
Everywhere be it dry or wet	P
And market night in the Haymarket	P
Our learned London children know	F2
Poor Jenny all your pride and woe	F2
Have seen your lifted silken skirt	P
Advertise dainties through the dirt	P
Have seen your coach wheels splash rebuke	B2
On virtue and have learned your look	C2
When wealth and health slipped past you stare	E
Along the streets alone and there	E
Round the long park across the bridge	M2
The cold lamps at the pavement's edge	N2
Wind on together and apart	P
A fiery serpent for your heart	P
Let the thoughts pass an empty cloud	P
Suppose I were to think aloud	P
What if to her all this were said	P
Why as a volume seldom read	P
Being opened halfway shuts again	F2
So might the pages of her brain	F2
Be parted at such words and thence	L2
Close back upon the dusty sense	L2
For is there hue or shape defin'd	P
In Jenny's desecrated mind	P
Where all contagious currents meet	P
A Lethe of the middle street	P
Nay it reflects not any face	L2
Nor sound is in its sluggish pace	L2
But as they coil those eddies clot	P
And night and day remember not	P
Why Jenny you're asleep at last	P
Asleep poor Jenny hard and fast	P
So young and soft and tired so fair	E
With chin thus nestled in your hair	E
Mouth quiet eyelids almost blue	P
As if some sky of dreams shone through	P
Just as another woman sleeps	L2
Enough to throw one's thoughts in heaps	L2
Of doubt and horror what to say	L2
Or think this awful secret sway	L2
The potter's power over the clay	L2
Of the same lump it has been said	P
For honour and dishonour made	P
Two sister vessels Here is one	F2
My cousin Nell is fond of fun	F2
And fond of dress and change and praise	L2
So mere a woman in her ways	L2
And if her sweet eyes rich in youth	K
Are like her lips that tell the truth	K
My cousin Nell is fond of love	X
And she's the girl I'm proudest of	X
Who does not prize her guard her well	Y
The love of change in cousin Nell	Y
Shall find the best and hold it dear	E
The unconquered mirth turn quieter	E
Not through her own through others' woe	F2
The conscious pride of beauty glow	F2
Beside another's pride in her	E
One little part of all they share	E
For Love himself shall ripen these	L2
In a kind soil to just increase	L2
Through years of fertilizing peace	L2
Of the same lump as it is said	P
For honour and dishonour made	P
Two sister vessels Here is one	F2
It makes a goblin of the sun	F2
So pure so fall'n How dare to think	O2
Of the first common kindred link	O2
Yet Jenny till the world shall burn	F2
It seems that all things take their turn	F2
And who shall say but this fair tree	A
May need in changes that may be	A
Your children's children's charity	A
Scorned then no doubt as you are scorn'd	P
Shall no man hold his pride forewarn'd	P
Till in the end the Day of Days	L2
At Judgment one of his own race	L2
As frail and lost as you shall rise	L2
His daughter with his mother's eyes	L2
How Jenny's clock ticks on the shelf	E2
Might not the dial scorn itself	E2
That has such hours to register	E
Yet as to me even so to her	E
Are golden sun and silver m	P2