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Christina Rossetti: Eve

Eve'While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.'How have Eden bowers grown…

Christina Rossetti: If Only

If OnlyIf I might only love my God and die! But now He bids me love Him and live on, Now when the bloom of all my life is gone, The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. My tree of…

Christina Rossetti: May

MayI cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of…

Christina Rossetti: Memory

MemoryII nursed it in my bosom while it lived, I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved Alone and nothing said.I shut the door to face the naked…

Christina Rossetti: Mirage

MirageThe hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake.I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a…

Christina Rossetti: Remember

RememberSonnetRemember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no…

Christina Rossetti: Repining

RepiningMarch 1850She sat alway thro' the long day Spinning the weary thread away; And ever said in undertone: 'Come, that I be no more alone.'From early dawn to set of sun Working, her task…

Christina Rossetti: Rest

RestSonnetO Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.…

Christina Rossetti: Seasons

SeasonsDec. 1866Oh the cheerful Budding-time! When thorn-hedges turn to green, When new leaves of elm and lime Cleave and shed their winter screen; Tender lambs are born and 'baa,'…

Christina Rossetti: Spring

SpringFrost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath;…