Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? …
Christina Rossetti
I loved you first: but afterwards your love …
I wish I could remember that first day, …
Many in aftertimes will say of you …
I have no wit, no words, no tears; …
My heart is like a singing bird …
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, …
A fool I was to sleep at noon, …
Why were you born when the snow was falling? …
She stands as pale as Parian statues stand; …
Three sang of love together: one with lips …
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept …
“Oh where are you going with your love-locks flowing …
Brown and furry …
What is pink? a rose is pink …
Oh why is heaven built so far, …
Where sunless rivers weep …
Come to me in the silence of the night; …
It's a weary life, it is, she said: …
Morning and evening …
One face looks out from all his canvases, …
Mix a pancake, …
I never said I loved you, John: …
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: …
Remember me when I am gone away, …
Somewhere or other there must surely be …
THE FLESH …
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? …
When I am dead, my dearest, …
Who has seen the wind? …
I tell my secret? No indeed, not I: …