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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Penumbra
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I DID not look upon her eyes, 
       (Though scarcely seen, with no surprise, 
       `Mid many eyes a single look,) 
       Because they should not gaze rebuke, 
       At night, from stars in sky and brook. 
       I did not take her by the hand, 
       (Though little was to understand 
       From touch of hand all friends might take,) 
       Because it should not prove a flake 
   Burnt in my palm to boil and ache. 
       I did not listen to her voice, 
       (Though none had noted, where at choice 
       All might rejoice in listening,) 
       Because no such a thing should cling 
       In the wood`s moan at evening. 
       I did not cross her shadow once, 
       (Though from the hollow west the sun`s 
       Last shadow runs along so far,) 
       Because in June it should not bar 
   My ways, at noon when fevers are. 
       They told me she was sad that day, 
       (Though wherefore tell what love`s soothsay, 
       Sooner than they, did register?) 
       And my heart leapt and wept to her, 
       And yet I did not speak nor stir. 
       So shall the tongues of the sea`s foam 
       (Though many voices therewith come 
       From drowned hope`s home to cry to me,) 
       Bewail one hour the more, when sea 
   And wind are one with memory.
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