The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
![]() | I. |
![]() | II. |
![]() | I. |
![]() | II. |
![]() | III. |
![]() | IV. |
![]() | V. |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() |
![]() | III. |
![]() | The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti | ![]() |
St. Andrew's Church.
I listen to the holy anthemingThat riseth in thy walls continually,
What while the organ pealeth solemnly
And white-robed men and boys stand up to sing.
I ask my heart with a sad questioning:
“What lov'st thou here?” and my heart answers me:
“Within the shadows of this sanctuary
To watch and pray is a most blessed thing.”
To watch and pray, false heart? it is not so:
Vanity enters with thee, and thy love
Soars not to Heaven, but grovelleth below.
Vanity keepeth guard, lest good should reach
Thy hardness; not the echoes from above
Can rule thy stubborn feelings or can teach.
![]() | The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti | ![]() |