AND didst thou know indeed, when at the font <br />Together with thy name thou gav'st me his, <br />That also on thy son must Beatrice <br />Decline her eyes according to her wont, <br />Accepting me to be of those that haunt <br />The vale of magical dark mysteries <br />Where to the hills her poet's foot-track lies, <br />And wisdom's living fountain to his chaunt <br />Trembles in music? This is that steep land <br />Where he that holds his journey stands at gaze <br />Tow'rd sunset, when the clouds like a new height <br />Seem piled to climb. These things I understand: <br />For here, where day still soothes my lifted face, <br />On thy bowed head, my father, fell the night.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dantis-tenebrae-in-memory-of-my-father/
