The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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“One swallow does not make a summer.”
A Rose which spied one swallowMade haste to blush and blow:
“Others are sure to follow:”
Ah no, not so!
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A few fresh flakes of snow,
Chill fog must fill the hollow,
Before the bird-stream flow
In flood across the main
And winter's woe
End in glad summer come again.
Then thousand flowers may blossom by the shore,
But that Rose never more.
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