The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti A variorum edition: Edited, with textual notes and introductions, by R. W. Crump |
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“The Summer is ended.”
Wreathe no more lilies in my hair,
For I am dying, Sister sweet:
Or if you will for the last time
Indeed, why make me fair
Once for my windingsheet.
For I am dying, Sister sweet:
Or if you will for the last time
Indeed, why make me fair
Once for my windingsheet.
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Pluck no more roses for my breast,
For I like them fade in my prime:
Or if you will, why pluck them still
That they may share my rest
Once more, for the last time.
For I like them fade in my prime:
Or if you will, why pluck them still
That they may share my rest
Once more, for the last time.
Weep not for me when I am gone,
Dear tender one, but hope and smile:
Or if you cannot choose but weep
A little while, weep on
Only a little while.
Dear tender one, but hope and smile:
Or if you cannot choose but weep
A little while, weep on
Only a little while.
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