The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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Better so.
Fast asleep, mine own familiar friend,
Fast asleep at last:
Tho' the pain was strong,
Tho' the struggle long,
It is past;
All thy pangs are at an end.
Fast asleep at last:
Tho' the pain was strong,
Tho' the struggle long,
It is past;
All thy pangs are at an end.
Whilst I weep, whilst death bells toll,
Thou art fast asleep,
With idle hands upon thy breast
And heart at rest:
Whilst I weep
Angels sing around thy singing soul.
Thou art fast asleep,
With idle hands upon thy breast
And heart at rest:
Whilst I weep
Angels sing around thy singing soul.
Who would wish thee back upon the rough
Wearisome dangerous road?
Wish back thy toil-spent soul
Just at the goal?
My soul, praise God
For one dear soul which hath enough.
Wearisome dangerous road?
Wish back thy toil-spent soul
Just at the goal?
My soul, praise God
For one dear soul which hath enough.
I would not fetch thee back to hope with me
A sickening hope deferred,
To taste the cup that slips
From thirsty lips:
Hast thou not heard
What was to hear, and seen what was to see?
A sickening hope deferred,
To taste the cup that slips
From thirsty lips:
Hast thou not heard
What was to hear, and seen what was to see?
I would not speak the word if I could raise
My dead to life:
I would not speak
If I could flush thy cheek
And rouse thy pulses' strife
And send thy feet on the once-trodden ways.
My dead to life:
I would not speak
If I could flush thy cheek
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And send thy feet on the once-trodden ways.
How could I meet the dear rebuke
If thou should'st say:
“O friend of little faith,
Good was my lot of death,
And good my day
Of rest, and good the sleep I took”—?
If thou should'st say:
“O friend of little faith,
Good was my lot of death,
And good my day
Of rest, and good the sleep I took”—?
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