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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh, Fair to See

Oh, fair to see
Blossom—laden cherry tree,
Arrayed in sunny white;
An April day’s delight,
Oh, fair to see!
Oh, fair to see
Fruit—laden cherry tree,
With balls of shining red
Decking a leafy head,
Oh, fair to see!

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Autres oeuvres par Christina Georgina Rossetti...
The Offering of the New Law, the One Oblation Once Offered

Once I thought to sit so high In the Palace of the sky; Now, I thank God for His Grace, If I may fill the lowest place. Once I thought to scale so soon
My Friend

Two days ago with dancing glancing… With living lips and eyes: Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies; So pale, yet still so fair. We have not left her yet, not yet…
Three Seasons

‘A cup for hope!’ she said, In springtime ere the bloom was ol… The crimson wine was poor and cold By her mouth’s richer red. ‘A cup for love!’ how low,
Shall I Forget?

Shall I forget on this side of th… I promise nothing: you must wait a… Patient and brave. (O my soul, watch with him and he… Shall I forget in peace of Paradi…
Blind From my Birth

Blind from my birth, Where flowers are springing I sit on earth All dark. Hark! hark!
“Crying, my little one, footsore and weary”

Crying, my little one, footsore an… Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on m… I must tramp on through the winter… While the snow falls on me colder… You are my one, and I have not an…
Despised and Rejected

My sun has set, I dwell In darkness as a dead man out of s… And none remains, not one, that I… To him mine evil plight This bitter night.
Hear What the Mournful Linnets Say

Hear what the mournful linnets say… ‘We built our nest compact and war… But cruel boys came round our way And took our summerhouse by storm. ‘They crushed the eggs so neatly l…
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If All Were Rain and Never Sun

If all were rain and never sun, No bow could span the hill; If all were sun and never rain, There’d be no rainbow still.
A Birthday

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 thickse… My heart is like a rainbow shell
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“I loved you first: but afterwards your love”

I loved you first: but afterwards… Outsoaring mine, sang such a lofti… As drowned the friendly cooings of… Which owes the other most? my love… And yours one moment seemed to wax…
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Amen

It is over. What is over? Nay, now much is over truly!— Harvest days we toiled to sow for; Now the sheaves are gathered newly… Now the wheat is garnered duly.
I Have But One Rose in the World

I have but one rose in the world, And my one rose stands a—drooping: Oh, when my single rose is dead There’ll be but thorns for stoopin…
Why Did Baby Die?

Why did baby die, Making Father sigh, Mother cry? Flowers, that bloom to die, Make no reply
De Profundis

Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star That hangs afloat. I would not care to reach the moon…



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