The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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[Me and my gift: kind Lord, behold]
Me and my gift: kind Lord, behold,
Be not extreme to test or sift;
Thy Love can turn to fire and gold
Me and my gift.
Be not extreme to test or sift;
Thy Love can turn to fire and gold
Me and my gift.
Myself and mine to Thee I lift:
Gather us to Thee from the cold
Dead outer world where dead things drift.
Gather us to Thee from the cold
Dead outer world where dead things drift.
If much were mine, then manifold
Should be the offering of my thrift:
I am but poor, yet love makes bold
Me and my gift.
Should be the offering of my thrift:
I am but poor, yet love makes bold
Me and my gift.
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