Christina Rossetti Poems

  • 51.  
    Shall I forget on this side of the grave?
    I promise nothing: you must wait and see Patient and brave.
  • 52.  
    It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be,
    Away from earth and weariness and all beside;Earth is too full of loss with its dividing sea,
  • 53.  
    From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
    The climber sets his foot and sets his face, Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place,
  • 54.  
    The flowers that bloom in sun and shade
    And glitter in the dew, The flowers must fade.
  • 55.  
    Once in a dream I saw the flowers
    That bud and bloom in Paradise; More fair they are than waking eyes
  • 56.  
    “Oh tell me once and tell me twice
    And tell me thrice to make it plain,When we who part this weary day,
  • 57.  
    I will tell you when they met:
    In the limpid days of Spring;Elder boughs were budding yet,
  • 58.  
    Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith,
    All things are vanity. The eye and ear Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.
  • 59.  
    (Margaret.)

  • 60.  
    Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
    We stood together in an open field; Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,
  • 61.  
    1.

  • 62.  
    Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee:
    My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead, My wandering love hath not where to lay its head
  • 63.  
    “Now did you mark a falcon,
    Sister dear, sister dear,Flying toward my window
  • 64.  
    Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,
    With living lips and eyes: Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
  • 65.  
    Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,
    Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.
  • 66.  
    Oh what is that country
    And where can it be,Not mine own country,
  • 67.  
    The mystery of Life, the mystery
    Of Death, I seeDarkly as in a glass;
  • 68.  
    The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
    Was but a dream; and now I wakeExceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
  • 69.  
    I.

  • 70.  
    Poor the pleasure
    Doled out by measure,Sweet though it be, while brief
  • 71.  
    Out of the church she followed them
    With a lofty step and mien:His bride was like a village maid,
  • 72.  
    Our Master lies asleep and is at rest;
    His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;
  • 73.  
    We meet in joy, though we part in sorrow;
    We part to-night, but we meet to-morrow.Be it flood or blood the path that's trod,
  • 74.  
    Not for me marring or making,
    Not for me giving or taking; I love my Love and he loves not me,
  • 75.  
    Long ago and long ago,
    And long ago still,There dwelt three merry maidens
  • 76.  
    Maiden May sat in her bower,
    In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent;
  • 77.  
    You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear,
    For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see;And if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year,
  • 78.  
    Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow;
    Thus to-day; and how shall it be with thee to-morrow? Beautiful, tender-what else?
  • 79.  
    Love that is dead and buried, yesterday
    Out of his grave rose up before my face, No recognition in his look, no trace
  • 80.  
    “I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
    I have not thirsted for Thee: And now cold billows of death surround me,
  • 81.  
    I had a love in soft south land,
    Beloved through April far in May;He waited on my lightest breath,
  • 82.  
    Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
    My God, for me; Though I till now be barren, now at length,
  • 83.  
    Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet
    To shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild-flowers blow, nor birds dart by
  • 84.  
    1.

  • 85.  
    “Whose heart was breaking for a little love.”

  • 86.  
    Johnny had a golden head
    Like a golden mop in blow,Right and left his curls would spread
  • 87.  
    “Jessie, Jessie Cameron,
    Hear me but this once,” quoth he.“Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,
  • 88.  
    To come back from the sweet South, to the North
    Where I was born, bred, look to die;Come back to do my day's work in its day,
  • 89.  
    Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee
    Some of the great things thou hast done For me, even me
  • 90.  
    I sat beneath a willow tree,
    Where water falls and calls;While fancies upon fancies solaced me,
  • 91.  
    A hundred, a thousand to one; even so;
    Not a hope in the world remained:The swarming, howling wretches below
  • 92.  
    -Proverbs xxiv. 11, 12.

  • 93.  
    If I might only love my God and die!
    But now He bids me love Him and live on, Now when the bloom of all my life is gone,
  • 94.  
    I am pale with sick desire,
    For my heart is far awayFrom this world's fitful fire
  • 95.  
    Weary and weak,-accept my weariness;
    Weary and weak and downcast in my soul,With hope growing less and less,
  • 96.  
    There's no replying
    To the Wind's sighing,Telling, foretelling,
  • 97.  
    “Should one of us remember,
    And one of us forget,I wish I knew what each will do-
  • 98.  
    I loved my love from green of Spring
    Until sere Autumn's fall;But now that leaves are withering
  • 99.  
    Am I a stone and not a sheep
    That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy Cross, To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
  • 100.  
    O happy rose-bud blooming
    Upon thy parent tree,-Nay, thou art too presuming;
Total 287 poems written by Christina Rossetti

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