Christina Rossetti: Within the Veil
Updated September 23, 2019 |
Infoplease Staff
She holds a lily in her hand,
Where long ranks of Angels stand,
A silver lily for her wand.
Where long ranks of Angels stand,
A silver lily for her wand.
All her hair falls sweeping down;
Her hair that is a golden brown,
A crown beneath her golden crown.
Her hair that is a golden brown,
A crown beneath her golden crown.
Blooms a rose-bush at her knee,
Good to smell and good to see:
It bears a rose for her, for me;
Good to smell and good to see:
It bears a rose for her, for me;
Her rose a blossom richly grown,
My rose a bud not fully blown,
But sure one day to be mine own.
My rose a bud not fully blown,
But sure one day to be mine own.
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