Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

The Bourne - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Underneath the growing grass,
Underneath the living flowers,
Deeper than the sound of showers:
There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.

Youth and health will be but vain,
Beauty reckoned of no worth:
There a very little girth
Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010

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