I will conclude this brief account of Eliza-
beth Eleanor Siddal by saying that, with-
out overrating her actual performances in
either painting or poetry, one must fairly
pronounce her to have been a woman of
unusual capacities, and worthy of being
espoused to a painter and poet.

WM Rossetti on Elizabeth Siddal

In an Artist's Studio

by Christina Georgina Rossetti
(1830-1894)

One face looks out from all his canvases,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans:
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
A queen in opal or in ruby dress,
A nameless girl in freshest summer-greens,
A saint, an angel -- every canvas means
The same one meaning, neither more nor less.
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.

We have met before...?

“I have been here before.

But when or how I cannot tell:

I know the grass beyond the door,

The sweet keen smell,

The sighing sound, the lights around the shore"

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

His Beatrice....

She captivated him completely.

"From that time forward love fully ruled my soul."