Here you will find the Poem Spheral Change of poet Dante Gabriel Rossetti
IN this new shade of Death, the show Passes me still of form and face; Some bent, some gazing as they go, Some swiftly, some at a dull pace, Not one that speaks in any case. If only one might speak!?the one Who never waits till I come near; But always seated all alone As listening to the sunken air, Is gone before I come to her. O dearest! while we lived and died A living death in every day, Some hours we still were side by side, When where I was you too might stay And rest and need not go away. O nearest, furthest! Can there be At length some hard-earned heart-won home, Where,?exile changed for sanctuary,? Our lot may fill indeed its sum, And you may wait and I may come?
