She sitteth still who used to dance,
She weepeth sore and more and more-
Let us sit with thee weeping sore,
O fair France!
She trembleth as the days advance
Who used to be so light of heart:-
We in thy trembling bear a part,
Sister France!
Her eyes shine tearful as they glance:
“Who shall give back my slaughtered sons?
“Bind up,” she saith, “my wounded ones.”-
Alas, France!
She struggles in a deathly trance,
As in a dream her pulses stir,
She hears the nations calling her,
“France, France, France!”
Thou people of the lifted lance,
Forbear her tears, forbear her blood:
Roll back, roll back, thy whelming flood,
Back from France.
Eye not her loveliness askance,
Forge not for her a galling chain;
Leave her at peace to bloom again,
Vine-clad France.
A time there is for change and chance,
A time for passing of the cup:
And One abides can yet bind up
Broken France.
A time there is for change and chance:
Who next shall drink the trembling cup,
Wring out its dregs and suck them up
After France?
To-day For Me
Christina Rossetti
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