The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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Song.
[It is not for her even brow]
It is not for her even brow
And shining yellow hair,
But it is for her tender eyes
I think my love so fair;
Her telltale eyes that smile and weep
As frankly as they wake and sleep.
And shining yellow hair,
But it is for her tender eyes
I think my love so fair;
Her telltale eyes that smile and weep
As frankly as they wake and sleep.
It is not for her rounded cheek
I love and fain would win,
But it is for the blush that comes
Straight from the heart within;
The honest blush of maiden shame
That blushes without thought of blame.
I love and fain would win,
But it is for the blush that comes
Straight from the heart within;
The honest blush of maiden shame
That blushes without thought of blame.
So in my dreams I never hear
Her song, although she sings
As if a choir of spirits swept
From earth with throbbing wings;
I only hear the simple voice
Whose love makes many hearts rejoice.
Her song, although she sings
As if a choir of spirits swept
From earth with throbbing wings;
I only hear the simple voice
Whose love makes many hearts rejoice.
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