Archived Love Poems


Without Her by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

What of the glass without her? The blank grey
...There where the pool is blind of the moon's face.
...Her dress without her? The tossed empty space
Of cloud-rack whence the moon has passed away.
Her paths without her? Day's appointed sway
...Usurped by desolate night. Her pillowed place
...Without her? Tears, ah me! for love's good grace,
And cold forgetfulness of night or day.

What of the heart without her? Nay, poor heart,
...Of thee what word remains ere speech be still?
...A wayfarer by barren ways and chill,
Steep ways and weary, without her thou art,
Where the long cloud, the long wood's counterpart,
...Sheds doubled darkness up the labouring hill.

.....Without Her by Dante Gabriel Rossetti


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Archived Love Quote: Men always want to be a woman's first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man's last romance..... Oscar Wilde