Christina Rossetti: A Better Resurrection

A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, no words, no tears;   My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for hopes or fears.   Look right, look left, I dwell alone; I lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief   No everlasting hills I see; My life is in the falling leaf:   O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,   My harvest dwindled to a husk; Truly my life is void and brief   And tedious in the barren dusk; My life is like a frozen thing,   No bud nor greenness can I see: Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;   O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,   A broken bowl that cannot hold One drop of water for my soul   Or cordial in the searching cold Cast in the fire the perished thing,   Melt and remould it, till it be A royal cup for Him my King:   O Jesus, drink of me.