Nature
IV
From The Blessed Damozel
Nature
(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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Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. “IV.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_d/95/.
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Rossetti, Dante Gabriel. “IV.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_d/95/.
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