Christina Georgina Rossetti

(5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894 / London)

Who Hath Despised The Day Of Small Things? - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

As violets so be I recluse and sweet,
Cheerful as daisies unaccounted rare,
Still sunward-gazing from a lowly seat,
Still sweetening wintry air.


While half-awakened Spring lags incomplete,
While lofty forest trees tower bleak and bare,
Daisies and violets own remotest heat
And bloom and make them fair.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 1, 2010



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