My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream.
- Christina Rossetti Spring bursts to-day, For Christ is risen and all the earth’s at play. Flash forth, thou Sun, The rain is over and…
- Christina Rossetti The end of all things is at hand. We all Stand in the balance trembling as we stand; Or if not trembling, tottering to a…
- Christina Rossetti I had a love in soft south land, Beloved through April far in May; He waited on my lightest breath, And never dared to say me…