Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Death-Watches
DEATH-WATCHES.
THE Spring spreads one green lap of flowers Which Autumn buries at the fall,No chilling showers of Autumn hours Can stay them or recall;Winds sing a dirge, while earth lays out of sightHer garment of delight.
The cloven East brings forth the sun, The cloven West doth bury himWhat time his gorgeous race is run And all the world grows dim;A funeral moon is lit in heaven's hollow,And pale the star-lights follow.