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Dante Gabriel Rossetti was only 18 when he wrote "The Blessed Damozel." Although Rossetti was still young, the images and themes in his poem have caught the attention of many critics throughout the years. "The Blessed Damozel" is a beautiful story of how two lovers are separated by the death of the Damozel and how she wishes to enter paradise, but only if she can do so in the company of her beloved.

"The Blessed Damozel" is one of Rossetti's most famous poems and has been dissected and explicated many times by many different people. Even so, they all revolve around the same ideas and themes. The theme of Rossetti's poem is said to have been taken from Vita Nuova, separated lovers are to be rejoined in heaven, by Dante. Many people say his young vision of idealized love was very picturesque and that the heavens Rossetti so often painted and those which were in his poems were much like Dante. The heaven that Rossetti painted in "The Blessed Damozel" was warm with physical bodies and beautiful angels full of love. This kind of description of heaven was said to have been taken from Dante's ideas. Others said that Rossetti's heaven was described so in "The Blessed Damozel" because he was still young and immature about such matters. In other words, he had not yet seen the ugliness and despair that love can bring, which he experienced later in his life after the death of his true love Elizabeth Siddal.

The Blessed Damozel

By Dante Gabriel Rossetti  1828-1882

THE blessed Damozel lean'd out
         From the gold bar of Heaven:
Her blue grave eyes were deeper much
         Than a deep water, even.
She had three lilies in her hand,
         And the stars in her hair were seven.

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.

Herseem'd 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.

(To one it is ten years of years:
         ...Yet now, here in this place,
Surely she lean'd o'er me,--her hair
         Fell all about my face....
Nothing: the Autumn-fall of leaves.
         The whole year sets apace.)

It was the terrace of God's house
         That she was standing on,--
By God built over the sheer depth
         In which Space is begun;
So high, that looking downward thence,
         She scarce could see the sun.

It lies from Heaven across the flood
         Of ether, as a bridge.
Beneath, the tides of day and night
         With flame and darkness ridge
The void, as low as where this earth
         Spins like a fretful midge.

But in those tracts, with her, it was
         The peace of utter light
And silence. For no breeze may stir
         Along the steady flight
Of seraphim; no echo there,
         Beyond all depth or height.

Heard hardly, some of her new friends,
         Playing at holy games,
Spake gentle-mouth'd, among themselves,
         Their virginal chaste names;
And the souls, mounting up to God,
         Went by her like thin flames.

And still she bow'd herself, and stoop'd
         Into the vast waste calm;
Till her bosom's pressure must have made
         The bar she lean'd on warm,
And the lilies lay as if asleep
         Along her bended arm.

From the fixt lull of Heaven, she saw
         Time, like a pulse, shake fierce
Through all the worlds. Her gaze still strove,
         In that steep gulf, to pierce
The swarm; and then she spoke, as when
         The stars sang in their spheres.

'I wish that he were come to me,
         For he will come,' she said.
'Have I not pray'd in solemn Heaven?
         On earth, has he not pray'd?
Are not two prayers a perfect strength?
         And shall I feel afraid?

'When round his head the aureole clings,
         And he is clothed in white,
I'll take his hand, and go with him
         To the deep wells of light,
And we will step down as to a stream
         And bathe there in God's sight.

'We two will stand beside that shrine,
         Occult, withheld, untrod,
Whose lamps tremble continually
         With prayer sent up to God;
And where each need, reveal'd, expects
         Its patient period.

'We two will lie i' the shadow of
         That living mystic tree
Within whose secret growth the Dove
         Sometimes is felt to be,
While every leaf that His plumes touch
         Saith His name audibly.

'And I myself will teach to him,--
         I myself, lying so,--
The songs I sing here; which his mouth
         Shall pause in, hush'd and slow,
Finding some knowledge at each pause,
         And some new thing to know.'

(Alas! to her wise simple mind
         These things were all but known
Before: they trembled on her sense,--
         Her voice had caught their tone.
Alas for lonely Heaven! Alas
         For life wrung out alone!

Alas, and though the end were reach'd?...
         Was thy part understood
Or borne in trust? And for her sake
         Shall this too be found good?--
May the close lips that knew not prayer
         Praise ever, though they would?)

'We two,' she said, 'will seek the groves
         Where the lady Mary is,
With her five handmaidens, whose names
         Are five sweet symphonies:--
Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen,
         Margaret and Rosalys.

'Circle-wise sit they, with bound locks
         And bosoms covered;
Into the fine cloth, white like flame,
         Weaving the golden thread,
To fashion the birth-robes for them
         Who are just born, being dead.

'He shall fear, haply, and be dumb.
         Then I will lay my cheek
To his, and tell about our love,
         Not once abash'd or weak:
And the dear Mother will approve
         My pride, and let me speak.

'Herself shall bring us, hand in hand,
         To Him round whom all souls
Kneel--the unnumber'd solemn heads
         Bow'd with their aureoles:
And Angels, meeting us, shall sing
         To their citherns and citoles.

'There will I ask of Christ the Lord
         Thus much for him and me:--
To have more blessing than on earth
         In nowise; but to be
As then we were,--being as then
         At peace. Yea, verily.

'Yea, verily; when he is come
         We will do thus and thus:
Till this my vigil seem quite strange
         And almost fabulous;
We two will live at once, one life;
         And peace shall be with us.'

She gazed, and listen'd, and then said,
         Less sad of speech than mild,--
'All this is when he comes.' She ceased:
         The light thrill'd past her, fill'd
With Angels, in strong level lapse.
         Her eyes pray'd, and she smiled.

(I saw her smile.) But soon their flight
         Was vague 'mid the poised spheres.
And then she cast her arms along
         The golden barriers,
And laid her face between her hands,
         And wept. (I heard her tears.)

Christina Rosetti  “Remember”

When the sonnet “Remember” first appeared in “Goblin Market” and Other Poems in 1862, it was both warmly and sadly received by readers. A mixture of happiness and depression tends to run throughout many of Christina Rossetti’s poems, and this one, which begins “Remember me when I am gone away,” implies immediately a loving, yet sad, request. How Rossetti resolves the conflict she presents in the poem reflects the way she handled similar dilemmas in her own life—emotionally and philosophically, always letting her devout Christian beliefs be the deciding factor.

Whether it was her struggle with debilitating illnesses or a desire to meet her maker, Rossetti appears to have been obsessed with her own pending death. “Remember” couples this persistent thought with an awkward love affair, one in which the speaker, presumably the poet herself, confesses that she may not be as passionately in love with her suitor as he is with her. But since she believes she is going to die anyway, her ambivalence toward him is not the most important issue. Instead, the dominant concern becomes how he will remember her when she is gone. Will he think of her and recall the pain of not knowing whether she truly loved him or will he remember, rightly or wrongly, that she adored him as much as he adored her?

In his book, Christina Rossetti in Context, author Antony H. Harrison discusses the poet’s work and the “dominant tensions upon which it is constructed: between beauty and death; between love of man and love of God; between the ephemeral and the eternal; between the sensory and the transcendent.” “Remember” is very much concerned with these tensions, especially those between the ephemeral, or short-lived, and the eternal and between beauty and death, which the poet seems often to confuse in her work as well as in her life.

REMEMBER

Remember me when I am gone away,

Gone far away into the silent land;

When you can no more hold me by the hand,

Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.

Remember me when no more day by day         5

You tell me of our future that you planned:

Only remember me; you understand

It will be late to counsel then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while

And afterwards remember, do not grieve:        10

For if the darkness and corruption leave

A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,

Better by far you should forget and smile

Than that you should remember and be sad.

UPHILL

OES the road wind up-hill all the way?

Yes, to the very end.

Will the day's journey take the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

 

But is there for the night a resting-place?

A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

May not the darkness hide it from my face?

You cannot miss that inn.

 

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

Those who have gone before.

Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?

They will not keep you standing at that door.

 

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?

Of labour you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek?

Yea, beds for all who come.

ECHO

Come to me in the silence of the night;
Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
As sunlight on a stream;
Come back in tears,
O memory, hope and love of finished years.


O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
Where thirsting longing eyes
Watch the slow door
That opening, letting in, lets out no more.


Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
My very life again though cold in death;
Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
Speak low, lean low,
As long ago, my love, how long ago.




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