Eve ‘While I sit at the door Sick to gaze within Mine eye weepeth sore For sorrow and sin: As…
Author Christina Rossetti
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose Herself a rose, who bore the Rose, She bore the Rose and felt…
Dream Land Where sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep: Awake her not. Led…
De Profundis Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the…
A Daughter of Eve A fool I was to sleep at noon, And wake when night is chilly Beneath the…
The Convent Threshold There’s blood between us, love, my love, There’s father’s blood, there’s brother’s blood; And blood’s a bar I…
A Better Resurrection Have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numb’d too…
A Birthday My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water’d shoot; My heart is like…
At Home When I was dead, my spirit turned To seek the much-frequented house: I passed the door, and saw…
‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels ‘Come,’ Thou dost say to Angels, To blessed Spirits, ‘Come’: ‘Come,’ to the lambs…