"I shivered comfortless, but cast
No chill across the tablecloth;
I all-forgotten shivered, sad
To stay and yet to part how loth:
I passed from the familiar room,
I who from love had passed away,
Like the remembrance of a guest
That tarrieth but a day."
- At Home

I've been so absorbed in my Kindle lately that I started to miss the scent and feel of actual paper, and Rossetti's poetry collection seemed to fit this moment in my week.

I'm not much of a poetry girl, but I bought this because Goblin Market is one of my absolute favorites. It turned out that I also adore everything else Rossetti has written. Her poems roam through faraway lands, both in life and beyond, in silent bedrooms and luscious nature, and are filled with the scent of ivy and rose, wind, sun, rain, and the taste of fruit and berries. Pre-Raphaelites are amazing, and the movement has been perfectly captured in words. There's also a section for devotional pieces, which are less interesting and not something I would read again, but they are still beautiful.