Christina Rossetti

Ah me, but where are now the songs I sangWhen life was sweet because you call__ them sweet?

All others are outside myself;I lock my door and bar them outThe turmoil, tedium, gad-about.I lock my door upon myself,And bar them out; but who shall wallSelf from myself, most loathed of all?If I could once lay down myself,And start self-purged upon the raceThat all must run ! Death runs apace.

Where there are no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand,Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understandIt will be late to counsel then or pray.Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

For there is no friend like a sisterIn calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray,To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy

My heart is like a singing bird.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

Can anything be sadder than work left unfinished? Yes, work never begun.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

The sea hath no king but God alone.

Can anything be sadder than work unfinished? Yes work never begun.