-Thou Ghost,â? I said, -and is thy name To-day?-
Yesterday's son, with such an abject brow!-
And can To-morrow be more pale than thou?â?
While yet I spoke, the silence answered: -Yea,
Henceforth our issue is all grieved and grey,
And each beforehand makes such poor avow
As of old leaves beneath the budding bough
Or night-drift that the sundawn shreds away.â?
Then cried I: -Mother of many malisons,
O Earth, receive me to thy dusty bed!â?
But therewithal the tremulous silence said:
-Lo! Love yet bids thy lady greet thee once:-
Yea, twice,-whereby thy life is still the sun's;
And thrice,-whereby the shadow of death is dead.â?
Sonnet Xxxviii: The Morrow's Message
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: away, death, life, mother, night, poor, son, sun, earth, shadow, receive, ghost, lady, beneath, issue, yesterday, Valentine's Day, love, silence, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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