Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

'While I sit at the door
Sick to gaze within
Mine eye weepeth sore
For sorrow and sin:
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Wrens and robins in the hedge,
Wrens and robins here and there;
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering,
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Herself a rose, who bore the Rose,
She bore the Rose and felt its thorn.
All loveliness new-born
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Once in a dream I saw the flowers
That bud and bloom in Paradise;
More fair they are than waking eyes
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Love me - I love you,
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing it as may be.
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The year stood at its equinox
And bluff the North was blowing,
A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,
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Baby lies so fast asleep
That we cannot wake her:
Will the angels clad in white
Fly from heaven to take her?
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The days are clear,
Day after day,
When April's here,
That leads to May,
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Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,
With stiffened smiling lips and cold calm eyes:
Changed, yet the same; much knowing, little wise;
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O happy rosebud blooming
Upon thy parent tree,
Nay, thou art too presuming
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