The Blessed Damozel

FLOWERS OF PARNASSUS—IV.
THE BLESSED DAMOZEL
The blessed Damozel leaned out.
THE BLESSED DAMOZEL BY DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY PERCY BULCOCK
JOHN LANE: PUBLISHER LONDON AND NEW YORK 1901
Wm. Clowes & Sons, Limited, Printers, London.
ILLUSTRATIONS.
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I. The blessed Damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven: Her blue-grey eyes were deeper much Than a deep water, even. She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
II. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift On the neck meetly worn; And her hair, lying down her back, Was yellow like ripe corn.
III. Herseemed she scarce had been a day One of God's choristers; The wonder was not yet quite gone From that still look of hers; Albeit to them she left, her day Had counted as ten years.
IV. (To one it is ten years of years . . . Yet now, here in this place, Surely she leaned o'er me,—her hair Fell all about my face . . . Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves. The whole year sets apace.)