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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Afterwards
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SHE opened her moist crimson lips to sing; 
And from her throat that is so white and full 
The notes leaped like a fountain. A smooth lull 
Was o`er my heart: as when—a viol—string 
Having been broken—the first musical ring 
Once over, all the rest is but a dull 
Crude dissonance, howe`er thou twist and pull 
The sundered fragments. A most weary thing 
It is within the perished heart to seek 
Pain, and not find it, but a clinging pall 
Like sleep upon the mind. The mere set plan 
Of life then comes, and grief that is not weak 
Because it has no tears. Life`s all—in—all 
Was certainly at end when this began.
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