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Sonnet LIX: Love’s Last Gift

By

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Love to his singer held a glistening leaf,

     And said: “The rose-tree and the apple-tree

      Have fruits to vaunt or flowers to lure the bee;

And golden shafts are in the feathered sheaf

Of the great harvest-marshal, the year’s chief,

      Victorious summer; aye, and ’neath warm sea

      Strange secret grasses lurk inviolably

Between the filtering channels of sunk reef.

All are my blooms; and all sweet blooms of love

      To thee I gave while Spring and Summer sang;

      But Autumn stops to listen, with some pang

From those worse things the wind is moaning of.

     Only this laurel dreads no winter days:

     Take my last gift; thy heart hath sung my praise.

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