Christina Georgina Rossetti Hope Poems

A night was near, a day was near,
Between a day and night
I heard sweet voices calling clear,
...

Hope new born one pleasant morn
Died at even;
Hope dead lives nevermore.
No, not in heaven.
...

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth;
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white,
...

If hope grew on a bush,
And joy grew on a tree,
What a nosegay for the plucking
...