Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:—
We are as they;
Like them we fade away,
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Sing me a song -
What shall I sing? -
Three merry sisters
Dancing in a ring,
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I love and love not: Lord, it breaks my heart
To love and not to love.
Thou veiled within Thy glory, gone apart
Into Thy shrine, which is above,
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A ring upon her finger,
Walks the bride,
With the bridegroom tall and handsome
At her side.
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I said: This is a beautiful fresh rose.
I said: I will delight me with its scent,
Will watch its lovely curve of languishment,
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To-day's your natal day,
Sweet flowers I bring;
Mother, accept, I pray,
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Frost-locked all the winter,
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
What shall make their sap ascend
That they may put forth shoots?
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Golden-winged, silver-winged,
Winged with flashing flame,
Such a flight of birds I saw,
Birds without a name:
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Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -
Weave him a coffin of rush,
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Crimson curtains round my mother's bed,
Silken soft as may be;
Cool white curtains round about my bed,
For I am but a baby.
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