Green and broad and fair to view;
But the monarch of the shade
By the tempest low was laid.
From that time I wandered o’er
Wood and valley, hill and moor;
Wheresoe’er the wind is blowing,
Nothing caring, nothing knowing.
Thither go I whither goes
Glory’s laurel, Beauty’s rose.
Before leaving Rossetti mention must be made of a singular series of illustrated parodies which appeared in Punch, March 3, 10, 17, 24 and 31, 1866. The illustrations, by Du Maurier, seem to have been intended partly to ridicule Burne Jones’s style, and partly that of Rossetti; as to the poem, it is of the ultra weird and sensational ballad form, with a slight dash of the “Lady of Shalott” thrown in, and the inevitable refrain, popularly supposed to be inseparable from Pre-raffaelite art.