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Dante Gabriel Rossetti - Sonnet XCVI: Life the Beloved
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As thy friend`s face, with shadow of soul o`erspread,
Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been
Ghastly and strange, yet never so is seen
In thought, but to all fortunate favour wed;
As thy love`s death-bound features never dead
To memory`s glass return, but contravene
Frail fugitive days, and alway keep, I ween,
Than all new life a livelier lovelihead:—
So Life herself, thy spirit`s friend and love,
Even still as Spring`s authentic harbinger
Glows with fresh hours for hope to glorify;
Though pale she lay when in the winter grove
Her funeral flowers were snow-flakes shed on her
And the red wings of frost-fire rent the sky.
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