One Sea-Side Grave Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

One Sea-Side Grave

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Unmindful of the roses,
Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
Among his gathered corn:
So might I, till the morn!


Cold as the cold Decembers,
Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
And all the rest forget, -
But one remembers yet.

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Pietro 6 01 March 2016

Pjeasant, for the rymes well set

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