It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain
Stretches thro’ long unbroken miles away:
While thro’ the sluggish air a twilight grey
Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane,
No ebb and flow are there among the main,
No bud—time no leaf—falling there for aye,
No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,
No beat of wings to stir the stagnant space,
And loveless sea: no trace of days before,
No guarded home, no time—worn restingplace
No future hope no fear forevermore.

  • 0
  • 0
  •  
  •  
Login to comment...
Email

Other works by Christina Georgina Rossetti...

Some poets who follow Christina Georgina Rossetti...

Chactas R. L. McCallum Robert Thomas Halliwell Francisco Ganem Fahime Mirzapour Tia