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Christina Rossetti: Eve
Eve'While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.'How have Eden bowers grown…Christina Rossetti: If Only
If OnlyIf 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, The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. My tree of…Poems of Christina Rossetti
Christina Georgina RossettiContentsGoblin Market, and Other Poems, 1862Goblin MarketIn the Round Tower at JhansiDream LandAt HomeA TriadLove from the NorthWinter RainCousin KateNoble SistersSpringThe…Christina Rossetti: May
MayI cannot tell you how it was; But this I know: it came to pass Upon a bright and breezy day When May was young; ah, pleasant May! As yet the poppies were not born Between the blades of…Christina Rossetti: Memory
MemoryII nursed it in my bosom while it lived, I hid it in my heart when it was dead; In joy I sat alone, even so I grieved Alone and nothing said.I shut the door to face the naked…Christina Rossetti: Mirage
MirageThe hope I dreamed of was a dream, Was but a dream; and now I wake, Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old, For a dream's sake.I hang my harp upon a tree, A weeping willow in a…Christina Rossetti: Remember
RememberSonnetRemember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no…Christina Rossetti: Repining
RepiningMarch 1850She sat alway thro' the long day Spinning the weary thread away; And ever said in undertone: 'Come, that I be no more alone.'From early dawn to set of sun Working, her task…Christina Rossetti: Rest
RestSonnetO Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes; Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching, Earth; Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.…Christina Rossetti: Seasons
SeasonsDec. 1866Oh the cheerful Budding-time! When thorn-hedges turn to green, When new leaves of elm and lime Cleave and shed their winter screen; Tender lambs are born and 'baa,'…