When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet And if thou wilt, remember And if thou wilt, forget.
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Echo Come to me in the silence of the night Come in the speaking silence of a dream Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright As sunlight on a stream Come back in tears, O memory, hope, love of finished years. Oh dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet, Whose wakening should have been in Paradise, Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet Where thirsting longing eyes Watch the slow door That opening, letting in, lets out no more. Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago.Christina Georgina Rossetti
The Bourne 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.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down Hang it with vair and purple dyes Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Endure Hardness A cold wind stirs the blackthorn To burgeon and to blow, Besprinkling half-green hedges With flakes and sprays of snow. Through coldness and through keenness, Dear hearts, take comfort so Somewhere or other doubtless These make the blackthorn blow.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Oh roses for the flush of youth, And laurel for the perfect prime But pluck an ivy branch for me Grown old before my time. Oh violets for the grave of youth, And bay for those dead in their prime Give me the withered leaves I chose Before in the old time.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
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