Christina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (December 5, 1830 – December 29, 1894) was an English poet and the sister of artist Dante Gabriel Rossetti.

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• Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
  Yes, to the very end.
  Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
  From morn to night, my friend.
  • Up-Hill, st. 1 (1861).

• My heart is like a singing bird
  Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
  My heart is like an apple-tree
  Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit.
  • A Birthday, st. 1 (1861).

• The birthday of my life
  Is come, my love is come to me.
  • A Birthday, st. 2.

• When I am dead, my dearest,
  Sing no sad songs for me;
  Plant thou no roses at my head,
  Nor shady cypress tree:
  Be the green grass above me
  With showers and dewdrops wet;
  And if thou wilt, remember,
  And if thou wilt, forget.
  • Song, st. 1 (1862).

• Remember me when I am gone away,
  Gone far away into the silent land.
  • Remember, l. 1-2 (1862).

• Better by far you should forget and smile
  Than that you should remember and be sad.
  • Remember, l. 13-14.

• For there is no friend like a sister
  In calm or stormy weather;
  To cheer one on the tedious way,
  To fetch one if one goes astray,
  To lift one if one totters down,
  To strengthen whilst one stands.
  • Goblin Market, st. 28 (1862).

• Oh roses for the flush of youth,
  And laurel for the perfect prime;
  But pluck an ivy branch for me
  Grown old before my time.
  • Song, st. 1 (1862).

• In the bleak mid-winter
  Frosty wind made moan,
  Earth stood hard as iron,
  Water like a stone;
  Snow had fallen, snow on snow,
  Snow on snow,
  In the bleak mid-winter
  Long ago.
  • Mid-Winter, st. 1 (1872).

• Who has seen the wind?
  Neither you nor I:
  But when the trees bow down their heads
  The wind is passing by.
  • Who Has Seen the Wind?, st. 2 (1872).

• 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.
  • Sleeping at Last, st. 1 (1893) .

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• Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
  Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
  Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
  Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
  Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
  But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
  • Hope is like a Harebell.

• All earth’s full rivers can not fill
  The sea that drinking thirsteth still.
  • By the Sea.

• One day in the country
  Is worth a month in town.
  • Summer.

• Silence more musical than any song.
  • Sonnet. Rest.

• Then I have an ivory chair high to sit upon,
  Almost like my father's chair, which is an ivory throne;
  There I sit uplift and upright, there I sit alone.