the day-dream, by dante gabriel rossettiThe thronged boughs of the shadowy sycamore Still bear young leaflets half the summer through; From when the robin 'gainst the unhidden blue Perched dark, till now, deep in the leafy core, The embowered throstle's urgent wood-notes soar Through summer-silence. Still the leaves come new; Yet never rosy-sheaved as those which drew Their spiral tongues from spring-buds heretofore. Within the branching shade of Reverie Dreams even may spring till autumn; yet none be Like woman's budding day-dream spirit-fann'd. Lo! tow'rd deep skies, not deeper than her look, She dreams; till now her forgotten book Drops the forgotten blossom from her hand. So the picture is called The Day-dream, which accompanies the poem above by the same name. The model is Jane Morris - she modelled for him A LOT. She was his muse - he was besottedly in love with her - she was also his friend, William Morris' wife...would love to know how that worked...
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