Poet Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti Poems

  • 201.  
    “Jessie, Jessie Cameron,
    Hear me but this once,” quoth he.“Good luck go with you, neighbor's son,
  • 202.  
    Johnny had a golden head
    Like a golden mop in blow,Right and left his curls would spread
  • 203.  
    “Whose heart was breaking for a little love.”

  • 204.  

  • 205.  
    Life is not sweet. One day it will be sweet
    To shut our eyes and die:Nor feel the wild-flowers blow, nor birds dart by
  • 206.  
    Thou who didst hang upon a barren tree,
    My God, for me; Though I till now be barren, now at length,
  • 207.  
    I had a love in soft south land,
    Beloved through April far in May;He waited on my lightest breath,
  • 208.  
    “I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
    I have not thirsted for Thee: And now cold billows of death surround me,
  • 209.  
    Love that is dead and buried, yesterday
    Out of his grave rose up before my face, No recognition in his look, no trace
  • 210.  
    Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow;
    Thus to-day; and how shall it be with thee to-morrow? Beautiful, tender-what else?
  • 211.  
    You must not call me Maggie, you must not call me Dear,
    For I'm Lady of the Manor now stately to see;And if there comes a babe, as there may some happy year,
  • 212.  
    Maiden May sat in her bower,
    In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent;
  • 213.  
    Long ago and long ago,
    And long ago still,There dwelt three merry maidens
  • 214.  
    Not for me marring or making,
    Not for me giving or taking; I love my Love and he loves not me,
  • 215.  
    We meet in joy, though we part in sorrow;
    We part to-night, but we meet to-morrow.Be it flood or blood the path that's trod,
  • 216.  
    Our Master lies asleep and is at rest;
    His Heart has ceased to bleed, His Eye to weep.The sun ashamed has dropt down in the west;
  • 217.  
    Out of the church she followed them
    With a lofty step and mien:His bride was like a village maid,
  • 218.  
    Poor the pleasure
    Doled out by measure,Sweet though it be, while brief
  • 219.  

  • 220.  
    The hope I dreamed of was a dream,
    Was but a dream; and now I wakeExceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,
  • 221.  
    The mystery of Life, the mystery
    Of Death, I seeDarkly as in a glass;
  • 222.  
    Oh what is that country
    And where can it be,Not mine own country,
  • 223.  
    Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,
    Each word whereof is weighed and sifted truth.
  • 224.  
    Two days ago with dancing glancing hair,
    With living lips and eyes: Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
  • 225.  
    “Now did you mark a falcon,
    Sister dear, sister dear,Flying toward my window
  • 226.  
    Lord, I am waiting, weeping, watching for Thee:
    My youth and hope lie by me buried and dead, My wandering love hath not where to lay its head
  • 227.  

  • 228.  
    Once in a dream (for once I dreamed of you)
    We stood together in an open field; Above our heads two swift-winged pigeons wheeled,
  • 229.  

  • 230.  
    Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith,
    All things are vanity. The eye and ear Cannot be filled with what they see and hear.
  • 231.  
    I will tell you when they met:
    In the limpid days of Spring;Elder boughs were budding yet,
  • 232.  
    “Oh tell me once and tell me twice
    And tell me thrice to make it plain,When we who part this weary day,
  • 233.  
    Once in a dream I saw the flowers
    That bud and bloom in Paradise; More fair they are than waking eyes
  • 234.  
    The flowers that bloom in sun and shade
    And glitter in the dew, The flowers must fade.
  • 235.  
    From depth to height, from height to loftier height,
    The climber sets his foot and sets his face, Tracks lingering sunbeams to their halting-place,
  • 236.  
    It's oh in Paradise that I fain would be,
    Away from earth and weariness and all beside;Earth is too full of loss with its dividing sea,
  • 237.  
    Shall I forget on this side of the grave?
    I promise nothing: you must wait and see Patient and brave.
  • 238.  
    The door was shut. I looked between
    Its iron bars; and saw it lie, My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
  • 239.  
    Sound the deep waters:-
    Who shall sound that deep?-Too short the plummet,
  • 240.  

  • 241.  
    O roses for the flush of youth,
    And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for me
  • 242.  
    Oh what comes over the sea,
    Shoals and quicksands past;And what comes home to me,
  • 243.  
    Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
    Two lilies on a single stem,Two butterflies upon one flower:-
  • 244.  
    A song in a cornfield
    Where corn begins to fall,Where reapers are reaping,
  • 245.  
    Some are laughing, some are weeping;
    She is sleeping, only sleeping.Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
  • 246.  
    Frost-locked all the winter,
    Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,What shall make their sap ascend
  • 247.  
    Gone were but the Winter,
    Come were but the Spring,I would go to a covert
  • 248.  
    Winter is cold-hearted,
    Spring is yea and nay,Autumn is a weathercock
  • 249.  
    The sweetest blossoms die.
    And so it was that, going day by day Unto the church to praise and pray,
  • 250.  
    I watched a rosebud very long
    Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Total 287 poems written by Christina Rossetti

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