Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not for long
And not with your head bowed low
Remember the love that once we shared
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take

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