Christina Rossetti

Dec 5, 1830 - Dec 29, 1894


First Lines of Christina Rossetti

A Blue-eyed phantom far beforeA Cup for hope! she said,A Hundred, a thousand to one; even so;Ah! changed and cold, how changed and very cold,Come to me in the silence of the night;Does the road wind up-hill all the way?Every valley drinks,Hear now a curious dream I dreamed last night,I cannot tell you how it was;I had a love in soft south land,I Have no wit, no words, no tears;I looked for that which is not, nor can be,I never said I loved you, John:I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple treeI tell my secret? No indeed, not I:I was a cottage maidenI watched a rosebud very longI Will accept thy will to do and be,I Wonder if the sap is stirring yet,If I might see another SpringLive all thy sweet life thro',Love, strong as Death, is dead.Morning and eveningMy heart is like a singing birdNow did you mark a falcon,O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;O Love, love, hold me fast,Oh happy happy land!Oh roses for the flush of youth,Oh, pleasant eventide!Out of the church she followed themPardon the faults in me,Remember me when I am gone away,She sat and sang alwaySome are laughing, some are weeping;Strike the bells wantonly,Summer is gone with all its roses,Sweet, thou art pale.The curtains were half drawn, the floor was sweptThe door was shut. I looked betweenThe hope I dreamed of was a dream,The sweetest blossoms die.The upland flocks grew starved and thinned:There's blood between us, love, my love,This Advent moon shines cold and clear,Three sang of love together: one with lipsVanity of vanities, the Preacher saith,When I am dead, my dearest,When I was dead, my spirit turnedWhere sunless rivers weepWho told my mother of my shame,