Christina Georgina Rossetti

[Christina Rossetti] (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
282. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
283. To My Mother 12/17/2014
284. Twice 1/3/2003
285. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
286. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
287. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
288. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
289. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
290. Uphill 1/4/2003
291. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
292. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
293. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
294. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
295. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
296. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
297. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
298. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
299. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
300. What Would I Give 1/3/2003
301. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
302. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
303. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
304. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
305. Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are 4/1/2010
306. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
307. Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? 4/1/2010
308. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
309. Why Did Baby Die? 4/1/2010
310. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
311. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
312. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
313. Within The Veil 4/1/2010
314. Wrens And Robins In The Hedge 4/1/2010
315. Your Brother Has A Falcon 4/1/2010
Best Poem of Christina Georgina Rossetti


Remember 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 more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far ...

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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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