Rossetti Archive Textual Transcription
Document Title: Jenny (early fair copy, Delaware Art Museum)
Author: Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Date of Composition: 1864? (early to mid-1860)
Type of Manuscript: fair copy, holograph
Scribe: DGR
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- An harlot is accounted as spittle.
Ecclesiasticus.
- “What, still here!
- In this enlightened age too, since you have been
- Proved not to exist!”
Shelley, from Goethe.
- Lazy, laughing, languid Jenny,
- Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea;
- Chooser of the oft-chosen part,
- With the old step by the old art
- Treading in the trodden way;
- Blossom of the eternal May
- Plucked and fouled and trampled on,
- Stemless, scentless, strengthless, gone;—
- With thy head thrown on my knee
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10Sleepily seated under me,
- Of whose purse think'st thou,
ma vie?
- Like a toad within a stone
- Seated while time crumbleth on;
- Which hath sat there since earth was curst
- When man's seed sinned at the first;
- Which,
hath living through the centuries,
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And
Hath never once seen the sun
to
arise;
- Whose life, thus shut up and becalmed,
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Hundreds of
The earth's whole summers have not warmed;
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90And which still,—whitherso the stone
- Be cast—
it's
is there, deaf, blind, alone;—
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Yea
Ah! and shall not be driven out
- Till the flint that wrappeth him about
- Be by strong hands smitten and broke,
- And the dust thereof vanish as smoke
- When the flame of the spent lamp doth fail:—
- So art thou in this world,
ma belle.
- Thou call'st on Sense,—that's past and o'er,
- Surely, and shall not hold us more;
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100Yet to thy cell, in earth and air
- Thou find'st an answer everywhere,
- And stickest even to me, thou bur,
- Who'd write myself philosopher!
- How is't that in loftiest mood,
- If but thine hand on mine intrude,
- My being yearns to drink at thine,
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Note: The verso of this leaf contains the first three stanzas of
“A Prayer”
- Golden goblet of poison-wine,
- Trouble of mine, peril of mine?
- Peril of mine, trouble of mine,
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110Thine arms are bare and thy shoulders shine,
- And through the kerchief and through the vest
- Strikes the white of each breathing breast,
- And the down is warm on thy velvet cheek,
- And the thigh from thy rich side slopes oblique,
- And thy lips are full, and thy brows are fair,
- And the gold makes a daylight in thine hair,
- And under the lids thine eyes' wild glee
- Looketh kindly and laughs to me,
- And the air swoons around and over thee.
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120Oh! from the dark into the dim
- Man gropes, but Matter clings to him
- And leaves him not, early or late:
- Even though he climb beyond the gate
- Where, powerless till the years go by,
- The things to come sit in the sky,—
- Or let his thought drop, like a stone,
- To the old shadow-land unknown,
- Deep unnumbered fathoms down.
1847-48
Electronic Archive Edition: 1