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Christina Rossetti: A Portrait

A PortraitIShe gave up beauty in her tender youth, Gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; She covered up her eyes lest they should gaze On vanity, and chose the bitter truth. Harsh…

Christina Rossetti: A Testimony

A TestimonyI said of laughter: it is vain. Of mirth I said: what profits it? Therefore I found a book, and writ Therein how ease and also pain, How health and sickness, every one Is…

Christina Rossetti: A Triad

A TriadSonnetThree sang of love together: one with lips Crimson, with cheeks and bosom in a glow, Flushed to the yellow hair and finger-tips; And one there sang who soft and smooth as…

Christina Rossetti: Advent

AdventThis Advent moon shines cold and clear, These Advent nights are long; Our lamps have burned year after year And still their flame is strong. 'Watchman, what of the night?' we cry…

Christina Rossetti: Amen

AmenIt is over. What is over? Nay, now much is over truly!— Harvest days we toiled to sow for; Now the sheaves are gathered newly, Now the wheat is garnered duly.It is finished. What is…

Christina Rossetti: An End

An EndLove, strong as Death, is dead. Come, let us make his bed Among the dying flowers: A green turf at his head; And a stone at his feet, Whereon we may sit In the quiet evening hours.He…

Christina Rossetti: At Home

At HomeWhen I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house: I passed the door, and saw my friends Feasting beneath green orange boughs; From hand to hand they pushed the…

Christina Rossetti: Autumn

AutumnI dwell alone—I dwell alone, alone, Whilst full my river flows down to the sea, Gilded with flashing boats That bring no friend to me: O love-songs, gurgling from a hundred throats…

Christina Rossetti: Consider

Consider(Macmillan's Magazine, Jan. 1866.) Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:— We are as they; Like them we fade away, As doth a leaf. Consider The…

Christina Rossetti: Echo

EchoCome to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream; Come back in tears, O…