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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Words On The Window-Pane
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DID she in summer write it, or in spring, 
            Or with this wail of autumn at her ears, 
            Or in some winter left among old years 
       Scratched it through tettered cark? A certain thing 
       That round her heart the frost was hardening, 
            Not to be thawed of tears, which on this pane 
            Channelled the rime, perchance, in fevered rain, 
       For false man`s sake and love`s most bitter sting. 
       Howbeit, between this last word and the next 
        Unwritten, subtly seasoned was the smart, 
                And here at least the grace to weep: if she, 
       Rather, midway in her disconsolate text, 
Rebelled not, loathing from the trodden heart                
That thing which she had found man`s love to be.
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