Last Lines of Christina Rossetti
All on the threshold, yet all short of life.And dear they are, but not so dear.And haply may forget.And left me old, and cold, and grey.And love with old familiar love.And morning shall be cold and twilight grey.And scarce-saved lambs of Westmoreland.And solitary dove.And the last buds cease blowing.And when she wakes she will not think it long.As long ago, my love, how long ago!Be glad to-day and sing.Before in the old time.Bide you with death and sin.Cool with refreshing dew.For a dream's sake.
Good bye.--
Good bye.Her perfect peace.Her songs died on the air.His death is full, and mine begun.I do not deprecate.I must die.In the long ago.Is come, my love is come to me.Let life begin.Lie down and sleep.Me best of all, Maude Clare.My curse go forth with you.My fair one, come away.My soul, oh keep it by Thy Word.No, thank you, John.Nor will nor wish to say him nay.O Jesus, drink of me.Or lily on the water.Or you may guess.Prefer to glean with Ruth?Should also take the rod?So cold and lost for ever evermore.Than that you should remember and be sad.That tarrieth but a day.The quiet sands have run.Their mother's home was near.Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.To her soul at rest and shriven.To know he still is warm though I am cold.To strengthen whilst one stands.To wear his coronet.Toss and howl and spin.Turnest to follow it.What? And tell it as I saw it on the spot.Yea, beds for all who come.