Christina Georgina Rossetti Summer Poems

Live all thy sweet life through,
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
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To think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose,
Scentless, colourless, this!
Will it ever be thus (who knows?)
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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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The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
For hours and hours lark after lark
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