Christina Rossetti: Grown and Flown

Grown and Flown

I loved my love from green of Spring   Until sere Autumn's fall; But now that leaves are withering   How should one love at all?   One heart's too small For hunger, cold, love, everything.
I loved my love on sunny days   Until late Summer's wane; But now that frost begins to glaze   How should one love again?   Nay, love and pain Walk wide apart in diverse ways.
I loved my love—alas to see   That this should be, alas! I thought that this could scarcely be,   Yet has it come to pass:   Sweet sweet love was, Now bitter bitter grown to me.