Christina Rossetti

Dec 5, 1830 - Dec 29, 1894

 

May

by Christina Rossetti

I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah, pleasant May
As yet the poppies were not born
Between the blades of tender corn;
The last eggs had not hatched as yet,
Nor any bird foregone its mate.

I cannot tell you what it was;
But this I know: it did but pass.
It passed away with sunny May,
With all sweet things it passed away,
And left me old, and cold, and grey.

Source:

Goblin Market and Other Poems
Copyright 1865
Macmillan And Co.London and Cambridge
 
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