Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
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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?
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A night was near, a day was near,
Between a day and night
I heard sweet voices calling clear,
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Flowers preach to us if we will hear:—
The rose saith in the dewy morn:
I am most fair;
Yet all my loveliness is born
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Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
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I will accept thy will to do and be,
Thy hatred and intolerance of sin,
Thy will at least to love, that burns within
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While roses are so red,
While lilies are so white,
Shall a woman exalt her face
Because it gives delight?
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I

I nursed it in my bosom while it lived,
I hid it in my heart when it was dead;
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Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
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