Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

Love, strong as Death, is dead.
Come, let us make his bed
Among the dying flowers:
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‘Ferry me across the water,
Do, boatman, do.’
‘If you've a penny in your purse
I'll ferry you.’
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Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
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She sat alway thro' the long day
Spinning the weary thread away;
And ever said in undertone:
'Come, that I be no more alone.'
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O Christ, the Vine with living Fruit,
The twelvefold-fruited Tree of Life,
The Balm in Gilead after strife,
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On the wind of January
Down flits the snow,
Travelling from the frozen North
As cold as it can blow.
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'Oh, sad thy lot before I came,
But sadder when I go;
My presence but a flash of flame,
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Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:—
We are as they;
Like them we fade away,
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On the grassy banks
Lambkins at their pranks;
Woolly sisters, woolly brothers
Jumping off their feet
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Hopping frog, hop here and be seen,
I'll not pelt you with stick or stone:
Your cap is laced and your coat is green;
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