Christina Georgina Rossetti

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

Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

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

Remember

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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Who Has Seen The Wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

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