Christina Georgina Rossetti

Within the Veil

She holds a lily in her hand,
Where long ranks of Angels stand,
A silver lily for her wand.
 
All her hair falls sweeping down;
Her hair that is a golden brown,
A crown beneath her golden crown.
 
Blooms a rose—bush at her knee,
Good to smell and good to see:
It bears a rose for her, for me;
 
Her rose a blossom richly grown,
My rose a bud not fully blown,
But sure one day to be mine own.

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