Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

281. There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye 4/1/2010
282. There's Snow On The Fields 4/1/2010
283. They Desire A Better Country 4/1/2010
284. Three Little Children 4/1/2010
285. Three Plum Buns 4/1/2010
286. Three Seasons 4/1/2010
287. To My Mother 12/17/2014
288. Twice 1/3/2003
289. Twilight Calm 4/1/2010
290. Twilight Night 4/1/2010
291. Twist Me A Crown Of Wind-Flowers 4/1/2010
292. Under The Ivy Bush 4/1/2010
293. Under The Rose 4/1/2010
294. Uphill 1/4/2003
295. Vanity Of Vanities 6/27/2015
296. Venus's Looking-Glass 4/1/2010
297. Weary In Well-Doing 4/1/2010
298. Wee Wee Husband 4/1/2010
299. What Are Heavy? Sea-Sand And Sorrow 4/1/2010
300. What Do The Stars Do 4/1/2010
301. What Does The Bee Do? 4/1/2010
302. What Does The Donkey Bray About? 4/1/2010
303. What Will You Give Me For My Pound? 4/1/2010
304. What Would I Give 1/3/2003
305. When A Mounting Skylark Sings 4/1/2010
306. When Fishes Set Umbrellas Up 4/1/2010
307. When I Am Dead, My Dearest 1/3/2003
308. When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming 4/1/2010
309. Where Innocent Bright-Eyed Daisies Are 4/1/2010
310. Who Has Seen The Wind? 1/3/2003
311. Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? 4/1/2010
312. Who Shall Deliver Me? 1/3/2003
313. Why Did Baby Die? 4/1/2010
314. Wife To Husband 4/1/2010
315. Winter Rain 4/1/2010
316. Winter: My Secret 1/3/2003
317. Within The Veil 4/1/2010
318. Wrens And Robins In The Hedge 4/1/2010
319. Your Brother Has A Falcon 4/1/2010
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The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,
Of love that shall not yet avail;
Alas, my heart, if I could bare
My heart, this selfsame stain is there:
I seek the sea of glass and fire
To wash the spot, to burn the snare;
Lo, stairs are meant to lift us higher--
Mount ...

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The Convent Threshold

There's blood between us, love, my love,
There's father's blood, there's brother's blood,
And blood's a bar I cannot pass.
I choose the stairs that mount above,
Stair after golden sky-ward stair,
To city and to sea of glass.
My lily feet are soiled with mud,
With scarlet mud which tells a tale
Of hope that was, of guilt that was,

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