I loved my love from green of Spring
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything.
I loved my love on sunny days
Until late Summer's wane;
But now that frost begins to glaze
How should one love again?
Nay, love and pain
Walk wide apart in diverse ways.
I loved my love,-alas to see
That this should be, alas!
I thought that this could scarcely be,
Yet has it come to pass:
Sweet sweet love was,
Now bitter bitter grown to me.
Grown And Flown
Christina Rossetti
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Poem topics: autumn, green, heart, pain, spring, summer, walk, sunny, frost, wide, small, cold, hunger, thought, sweet, bitter, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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