Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
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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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There is nothing more that they can do
For all their rage and boast;
Caiaphas with his blaspheming crew,
Herod with his host,
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I did not chide him, though I knew
That he was false to me.
Chide the exhaling of the dew,
The ebbing of the sea,
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A blue-eyed phantom far before
Is laughing, leaping toward the sun:
Like lead I chase it evermore,
I pant and run.
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BRIDE

O love, love, hold me fast,
He draws me away from thee;
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How many seconds in a minute?
Sixty, and no more in it.
How many minutes in an hour?
Sixty for sun and shower.
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Live all thy sweet life through,
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
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Chide not; let me breathe a little,
For I shall not mourn him long;
Though the life-cord was so brittle,
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Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When thorn-hedges turn to green,
When new leaves of elm and lime
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