The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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Of my life.
I weary of my life
Thro' the long sultry day,
While happy creatures play
Their harmless lives away:—
What is my life?
Thro' the long sultry day,
While happy creatures play
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What is my life?
I weary of my life
Thro' the slow tedious night,
While earth and heaven's delight
The moon walks forth in white:—
What is my life?
Thro' the slow tedious night,
While earth and heaven's delight
The moon walks forth in white:—
What is my life?
If I might I would die;
My soul should flee away
To day that is not day
Where sweet souls sing and say.—
If I might die!
My soul should flee away
To day that is not day
Where sweet souls sing and say.—
If I might die!
If I might I would die;
My body out of sight,
All night that is not night
My soul should walk in white—
If I might die!
My body out of sight,
All night that is not night
My soul should walk in white—
If I might die!
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