Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

If he would come to-day, to-day, to-day,
O, what a day to-day would be!
But now he's away, miles and miles away
From me across the sea.
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O wind, why do you never rest
Wandering, whistling to and fro,
Bringing rain out of the west,
From the dim north bringing snow?
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To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose,
Scentless, colourless, this!
Will it ever be thus (who knows?)
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Hope new born one pleasant morn
Died at even;
Hope dead lives nevermore.
No, not in heaven.
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Pardon the faults in me,
For the love of years ago:
Good-bye.
I must drift across the sea,
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Eight o'clock;
The postman's knock!
Five letters for Papa;
One for Lou,
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I had a love in soft south land,
Beloved through April far in May;
He waited on my lightest breath,
And never dared to say me nay.
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Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder:
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary,
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Love, strong as Death, is dead.
Come, let us make his bed
Among the dying flowers:
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Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two butterflies upon one flower:—
Oh happy they who look on them.
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