Poet
Christina Rossetti
A Better Ressurection
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird
At Home
When I was dead, my spirit turned
Before The Paling Of The Stars
Before the winter morn,
From “Later Life”
VI
From Sunset to Star Rise
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
Is it Well with the Child?
SAFE where I cannot die yet,
Later life
Something this foggy day, a something which
Monna Innominata: A Sonnet of Sonnets
1
No, Thank You John
I never said I loved you, John:
Spring Quiet
Gone were but the Winter,
The Thread of Life
I
Winter: My Secret
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I:
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