Martha Mary

marthamaryspringerWhat dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last

Incarnate flower of culminating day, —

What marshalled marvels on the skirts of May,

Or song full-quired, sweet June’s ecomiast;

What glory of change by nature’s hand amass’d

Can vie with all these moods of varying grace

Which o’er one loveliest woman’s form and face

Within this hour, within this room have pass’d?

— Dante Gabriel Rossetti, Beauty’s Pageant

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