1. Christina Georgina Rossetti
“It is finished”

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.

And...

Poet: Christina Georgina Rossetti
The Milking-Maid

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,...

Poet: Christina Georgina Rossetti
The Three Enemies

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...

Poet: Christina Georgina Rossetti
Up Hill

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.
May...

Poet: Christina Georgina Rossetti