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Later life

Something this foggy day, a something which

Is neither of this fog nor of today,

Has set me dreaming of the winds that play

Past certain cliffs, along one certain beach,

And turn the topmost edge of waves to spray:

Ah pleasant pebbly strand so far away,

So out of reach while quite within my reach,

As out of reach as India or Cathay!

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

What Would I Give

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,

Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!

Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.

What would I give for words, if only words would come!

But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb.

O merry friends, go your own way, I have never a word to say.

What would I give for tears! Not smiles but scalding tears,

To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years,

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Dream

Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)

We stood together in an open field;

Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,

Sporting at ease and courting full in view.

When loftier still a broadening darkness flew,

Down-swooping, and a ravenous hawk revealed;

Too weak to fight, too fond to fly, they yield;

So farewell life and love and pleasures new.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming

When the cows come home the milk is coming,

Honey's made while the bees are humming;

Duck and drake on the rushy lake,

And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;

And timid, funny, brisk little bunny,

Winks his nose and sits all sunny.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Mirage

The 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 lake;

I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snapped

For a dream's sake.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

No, Thank You John

I never said I loved you, John:

Why will you tease me day by day,

And wax a weariness to think upon

With always "do" and "pray"?

You Know I never loved you, John;

No fault of mine made me your toast:

Why will you haunt me with a face as wan

As shows an hour-old ghost?

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Motherless Baby And Babyless Mother

Motherless baby and babyless mother,

Bring them together to love one another.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Spring Quiet

Gone were but the Winter,

Come were but the Spring,

I would go to a covert

Where the birds sing;

Where in the whitethorn

Singeth a thrush,

And a robin sings

In the holly-bush.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

In The Round Tower At Jhansi

A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;

Not a hope in the world remained:

The swarming howling wretches below

Gained and gained and gained.

Skene looked at his pale young wife:—

'Is the time come?'—'The time is come!'—

Young, strong, and so full of life:

The agony struck them dumb.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

The First Day

I wish I could remember the first day,

First hour, first moment of your meeting me;

If bright or dim the season, it might be

Summer or winter for aught I can say.

So unrecorded did it slip away,

So blind was I to see and to foresee,

So dull to mark the budding of my tree

That would not blossom yet for many a May.

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

The Three Enemies

THE FLESH

"Sweet, thou art pale."

"More pale to see,

Christ hung upon the cruel tree

And bore His Father's wrath for me."

"Sweet, thou art sad."

"Beneath a rod

More heavy, Christ for my sake trod

by Christina Georgina Rossetti

The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,

There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,

And blood's a bar I cannot pass.

I choose the stairs that mount above,

Stair after golden sky-ward stair,

To city and to sea of glass.

My lily feet are soiled with mud,

With scarlet mud which tells a tale

by Christina Georgina Rossetti