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ECHO

Rossetti, Christina Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub

Come to me in the silence of the night;

     Come in the speaking silence of a dream;

Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright

     As sunlight on a stream;

          Come back in tears,

O memory, hope, love of finished years.

O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter sweet,

     Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,

Where souls brimfull of love abide and meet;

     Where thirsting longing eyes

          Watch the slow door

That opening, letting in, lets out no more.

Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live

     My very life again though cold in death:

Come back to me in dreams, that I may give

     Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:

          Speak low, lean low,

As long ago, my love, how long ago.

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WHAT WOULD I GIVE!

Rossetti, Christina Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub

What would I give for a heart of flesh to warm me through,

Instead of this heart of stone ice-cold whatever I do!

Hard and cold and small, of all hearts the worst of all.

What would I give for words, if only words would come!

But now in its misery my spirit has fallen dumb.

O merry friends, go your way, I have never a word to say.

What would I give for tears! not smiles but scalding tears,

To wash the black mark clean, and to thaw the frost of years,

To wash the stain ingrain, and to make me clean again.

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THE KEY-NOTE

Rossetti, Christina Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub

Where are the songs I used to know,

    Where are the notes I used to sing?

    I have forgotten everything

I used to know so long ago;

Summer has followed after Spring;

    Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere

I scarcely think a sadder thing

    Can be the Winter of my year.

Yet Robin sings through Winter’s rest,

    When bushes put their berries on;

    While they their ruddy jewels don,

He sings out of a ruddy breast;

The hips and haws and ruddy breast

    Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie;

They break and cheer the unlovely rest

    Of Winter’s pause–and why not I?

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LISTENING

Rossetti, Christina Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub

She listened like a cushat dove

     That listens to its mate alone:

She listened like a cushat dove

     That loves but only one.

Not fair as men would reckon fair,

Nor noble as they count the line:

Only as graceful as a bough,

     And tendrils of the vine:

Only as noble as sweet Eve

     Your ancestress and mine.

And downcast were her dovelike eyes

And downcast was her tender cheek;

Her pulses fluttered like a dove

     To hear him speak.

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THE SUMMER IS ENDED

Rossetti, Christina Carcanet Press Ltd. ePub

Wreathe no more lilies in my hair,

For I am dying, Sister sweet:

Or, if you will for the last time

     Indeed, why make me fair

     Once for my winding sheet.

Pluck no more roses for my breast,

For I like them fade in my prime:

Or, if you will, why pluck them still,

     That they may share my rest

     Once more for the last time.

Weep not for me when I am gone,

Dear tender one, but hope and smile:

Or, if you cannot choose but weep,

     A little while weep on,

     Only a little while.

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