The Argosy — page 41: what you’re looking at

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3I TWO SONNETS. I, VENUS’S LOOKING-GLASS. I MARKED where lovely Venus and her court With song and dance and merry laugh went by ; Weightless, their wingless feet seemed made to fly, Bound from the ground and in mid air to sport. Left far behind I heard the dolphins snort Tracking their goddess with a wistful eye, Around whose head white doves rose, wheeling high Or low, and cooed after their tender sort. All this I saw in Spring. Thro’ Summer heat I saw the lovely Queen of Love no more. But when flushed Autumn thro’ the woodlands went I spied sweet Venus walk amid the wheat : Whom seeing, every harvester gave o’er His toil, and laughed and hoped and was content. II. LOVE LIES BLEEDING. Love that is dead and buried, yesterday Out of his grave rose up before my face ; No recognition in his look, no trace Of memory in his eyes dust-dimmed and grey. While I, remembering, found no word to say, But felt my quickened heart leap in its place ; Caught afterglow, thrown back from long-set days, Caught echoes of all music passed away. Was this indeed to meet P—I mind me yet In youth we met when hope and love were quick, We parted with hope dead, but love alive : I mind me how we parted then heart-sick, Remembering, loving, hopeless, weak to strive :— Was this to meet? Not so, we have not met. -Curistina G. Rossetti. GONMIC JOO SS (C(O)