Christina Georgina Rossetti Night Poems

Where were you last night? I watched at the gate;
I went down early, I stayed down late.
Were you snug at home, I should like to know,
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I rose at the dead of night
And went to the lattice alone
To look for my Mother's ghost
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A toadstool comes up in a night, -
Learn the lesson, little folk: -
An oak grows on a hundred years,
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I

We met, hand to hand,
We clasped hands close and fast,
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