Christina Georgina Rossetti

  • 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.

    But is there for the night a resting-place?
        A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

  • The Flesh
    “sweet, thou art pale.”
                            “More pale to see,
    Christ hung upon the cruel tree
    And bore his Father’s wrath for me.”

    “Sweet, thou art sad.”
                        “Beneath a rod
    More heavy Christ for my sake trod...

  • The Year stood at its equinox,
      And bluff the North was blowing,
    A bleat of lambs came from the flocks,
      Green hardy things were growing;
    I met a maid with shining locks
      Where milky kine were lowing.

    She wore a kerchief on her neck,...

  • Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee
    Some of the great things thou hast done
        For me, even me
        Thy little one.

    It was not I that cared for Thee,—
    But Thou didst set Thy heart upon
        Me, even me
        Thy little one.


  • Come to me in the silence of the night;
    Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
    Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
    As sunlight on a stream;
    Come back in tears,
    O memory of hope, love of finished years.

    O dream how sweet, too...

  • Remember 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 more day by day
    You tell me of our future that you plann'd:...