Dream Land (Christina Rossetti Poems)
Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a ...
Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a ...
She sat and sang alway By the green margin of a stream, Watching the fishes leap and play Beneath the ...
Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star ...
I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too much for ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
VI We lack, yet cannot fix upon the lack: Not this, nor that; yet somewhat, certainly. We see the things ...
I never said I loved you, John: Why will you tease me day by day, And wax a weariness to ...
When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house: I passed the door, and saw my friends ...
THE FLESH "Sweet, thou art pale." "More pale to see, Christ hung upon the cruel tree And bore His Father's ...
Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over, Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past, Cold and white, out ...
Before the winter morn, Before the earliest cock crow, Jesus Christ was born: Born in a stable, Cradled in a ...
Out of the church she followed them With a lofty step and mien: His bride was like a village maid, ...
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree ...
Come to me in the silence of the night; Come in the speaking silence of a dream; Come with soft ...
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in ...
Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; ...
Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold ...
I wish I could remember the first day, First hour, first moment of your meeting me; If bright or dim ...
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your eyes smile ...
I sigh at day-dawn, and I sigh When the dull day is passing by. I sigh at evening, and again ...
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor ...
O EARTH, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave ...
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills ...
THE irresponsive silence of the land, The irresponsive sounding of the sea, Speak both one message of one sense to ...
Who has seen the wind? Neither I nor you. But when the leaves hang trembling, The wind is passing through. ...
The splendour of the kindling day, The splendor of the setting sun, These move my soul to wend its way, ...
I took my heart in my hand (O my love, O my love), I said: Let me fall or stand, ...
"Too late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late! You loitered on the road too long, You ...
One face looks out from all his canvasses, One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans; We found her hidden ...
From 'The Prince's Progress' TOO late for love, too late for joy, Too late, too late! You loiter'd on the ...
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