Christina Georgina Rossetti Poems

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
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Contemptuous of his home beyond
The village and the village-pond,
A large-souled Frog who spurned each byway
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They made the chamber sweet with flowers and leaves,
And the bed sweet with flowers on which I lay;
While my soul, love-bound, loitered on its way.
I did not hear the birds about the eaves,
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A baby's cradle with no baby in it,
A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere;
The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise,
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From 'The Prince's Progress'

TOO late for love, too late for joy,
   Too late, too late!
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Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, -
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
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Promise me no promises,
So will I not promise you:
Keep we both our liberties,
Never false and never true:
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I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple tree
And wore them all that evening in my hair:
Then in due season when I went to see
I found no apples there.
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I was a cottage maiden
Hardened by sun and air
Contented with my cottage mates,
Not mindful I was fair.
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Sleeping at last, the trouble and tumult over,
Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,
Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,
Sleeping at last.
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