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Remembering Elizabeth Siddal (Mrs.Rossetti) on her birthday!

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Elizabeth Siddal self-portrait 1853-4, oil on canvas, 9 inch diameter Her initials EES 1853-4 written in her own hand. Very hard to see I know.  You can see it above in the self-portrait At Last By Elizabeth Siddal O mother, open the window wide And let the daylight in; The hills grow darker to my sight And thoughts begin to swim. And mother dear, take my young son, (Since I was born of thee) And care for all his little ways And nurse him on thy knee. And mother, wash my pale pale hands And then bind up my feet; My body may no longer rest Out of its winding sheet. And mother dear, take a sapling twig And green grass newly mown, And lay them on my empty bed That my sorrow be not known. And mother, find three berries red And pluck them from the stalk, And burn them at the first cockcrow That my spirit may not walk. And mother dear, break a willow wand,  And if the sap be even, Then save it for sweet Robert’s sake And he’ll know my soul’s in heaven. And mother, when