Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

My sun has set, I dwell
In darkness as a dead man out of sight;
And none remains, not one, that I should tell
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I will tell you when they met:
In the limpid days of Spring;
Elder boughs were budding yet,
Oaken boughs looked wintry still,
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'Croak, croak, croak,'
Thus the Raven spoke,
Perched on his crooked tree
As hoarse as hoarse could be.
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If stars dropped out of heaven,
And if flowers took their place,
The sky would still look very fair,
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Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
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A rose has thorns as well as honey,
I'll not have her for love or money;
An iris grows so straight and fine,
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Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
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New Year met me somewhat sad:
Old Year leaves me tired,
Stripped of favourite things I had
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If I might see another Spring
I'd not plant summer flowers and wait:
I'd have my crocuses at once
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When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
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