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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - The Day-Dream
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THE thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore
Still bear young leaflets half the summer through;
From when the robin `gainst the unhidden blue
Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core,
The embowered throstle`s urgent wood-notes soar
Through summer silence. Still the leaves come new;
Yet never rosy-sheathed as those which drew
Their spiral tongues from spring-buds heretofore.
Within the branching shade of Reverie
Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be
Like woman`s budding day-dream spirit-fann`d.
Lo! tow`rd deep skies, not deeper than her look,
She dreams; till now on her forgotten book
Drops the forgotten blossom from her hand.
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