Dream Land by Christina Georgina Rossetti Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led by a single star,
If Only by Christina Georgina Rossetti If I might only love my God and d But now He bids me love Him and l Now when the bloom of all my life The pleasant half of life has quit My tree of hope is lopped that spr
Bread and Milk for Breakfast by Christina Georgina Rossetti Bread and milk for breakfast, And woollen frocks to wear, And a crumb for robin redbreast On the cold days of the year.
Growing in the Vale by Christina Georgina Rossetti Growing in the vale By the uplands hilly, Growing straight and frail, Lady Daffadowndilly. In a golden crown,
A Pocket Handkerchief to Hem by Christina Georgina Rossetti A pocket handkerchief to hem — Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! How many stitches it will take Before it’s done, I fear. Yet set a stitch and then a stitch
One Day by Christina Georgina Rossetti I will tell you when they met: In the limpid days of Spring; Elder boughs were budding yet, Oaken boughs looked wintry still, But primrose and veined violet
A Farm Walk by Christina Georgina Rossetti The year stood at its equinox And bluff the North was blowing, A bleat of lambs came from the flo Green hardy things were growing; I met a maid with shining locks
The Prince's Progress (excerpt) by Christina Georgina Rossetti “Too late for love, too late for j Too late, too late! You loitered on the road too long, You trifled at the gate: The enchanted dove upon her branch
Is the Moon Tired? She Looks So Pale by Christina Georgina Rossetti Is the moon tired? she looks so pa Within her misty veil: She scales the sky from east to we And takes no rest. Before the coming of the night
Maiden May by Christina Georgina Rossetti Maiden May sat in her bower, In her blush rose bower in flower, Sweet of scent; Sat and dreamed away an hour, Half content, half uncontent.