“He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the moon and joyful as the light: Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright; Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.” PoetryChristina RossettiPre RaphaeliteGabriel RossettiLizzie Siddal Author:Christina Rossetti