14 Christina Rossetti Poems

Be inspired by the poetry of Christina Rossetti. Born in London England on December 5, 1830, she was considered what of the great poets of her time. She died at the age of 64, on December 29. 1894.

To quote Shove Fredegond, "to all those who cherish beauty, whether of souls, or of plants, creatures or colours, music or painting, life or literature, Christina Rossetti must ever remain a source of inspiration and of joy."


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  1. Afterwards
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    We know not when, we know not where,
    We know not what that world will be;
    But this we know: it will be fair
    To see.

    With heart athirst and thirsty face
    We know and know not what shall be:
    Christ Jesus bring us of His grace
    To see.

    Christ Jesus bring us of His grace,
    Beyond all prayers our hope can pray,
    One day to see Him face to Face,
    One day.


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  3. And Now Why Tarriest Thou?
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Lord, grant us grace to mount by steps of grace
    From grace to grace nearer, my God, to Thee;
    Not tarrying for to-morrow,
    Lest we lie down in sorrow
    And never see
    Unveiled Thy Face.

    Life is a vapour vanishing in haste;
    Life is a day whose sun grows pale to set;
    Life is a stint and sorrow,
    One day and not the morrow;
    Precious, while yet
    It runs to waste.

    Lord, strengthen us; lest fainting by the way
    We come not to Thee, we who come from far;
    Lord, bring us to that morrow
    Which makes an end of sorrow,
    Where all saints are
    On holy day.

    Where all the saints rest who have heard Thy call,
    Have risen and striven and now rejoice in rest:
    Call us too home from sorrow
    To rest in Thee to-morrow;
    In Thee our Best,
    In Thee our All.



  4. Not I, But He
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Lord Jesus, who would think that I am Thine?
    Ah! who would think,
    Who sees me ready to turn back or sink,
    That Thou art mine?

    I cannot hold Thee fast tho' Thou art mine:
    Hold Thou me fast,
    So earth shall know at last and heaven at last
    That I am Thine.



  5. Unseen Companions
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Lord, make me one with Thine own faithful ones;
    Thy Saints who love Thee and are loved by Thee;
    Till the day break and till the shadows flee,
    At one with them in alms and orisons;
    At one with him who toils and him who runs,
    And him who yearns for union yet to be;
    At one with all who throng the crystal sea,
    And wait the setting of our moons and suns.
    Ah, my beloved ones gone on before,
    Who looked not back with hand upon the plough!
    If beautiful to me while still in sight,
    How beautiful must be your aspects now;
    Your unknown, well-known aspects in that light
    Which clouds shall never cloud for evermore!


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  7. Come Back To Me
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Come back to me, who wait and watch for you: -
    Or come not yet, for it is over then,
    And long it is before you come again,
    So far between my pleasures are and few.
    While, when you come not, what I do I do
    Thinking, "Now when he comes," my sweetest "when":
    For one man is my world of all the men
    This wide world holds; O love, my world is you.
    Howbeit, to meet you grows almost a pang
    Because the pang of parting comes so soon;
    My hope hangs waning, waxing, like a moon
    Between the heavenly days on which we meet:
    Ah me, but where are now the songs I sang
    When life was sweet because you called them sweet?


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  9. Charity
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    I praised the myrtle and the rose,
    At sunrise in their beauty lying:
    I passed them at the short day's close.
    And both were dying.

    The summer sun his rays was throwing
    Brightly: yet ere I sought my rest
    His last cold ray, more deeply glowing,
    Died in the west.

    After this bleak world's stormy weather,
    All, all, save Love alone, shall die;
    For Faith and Hope shall merge together
    In Charity.


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  11. Song
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    When I am dead, my dearest,
    Sing no sad songs for me;
    Plant thou no roses at my head,
    Nor shady cypress tree:
    Be the green grass above me
    With showers and dewdrops wet:
    And if thou wilt, remember,
    And if thou wilt, forget.

    I shall not see the shadows,
    I shall not feel the rain;
    I shall not hear the nightingale
    Sing on as if in pain:
    And dreaming through the twilight
    That doth not rise nor set,
    Haply I may remember,
    And haply may forget.


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  13. A Christmas Carol
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    The Shepherds had an Angel,
    The Wise Men had a star.
    But what have I, a little child,
    To guide me home from far,
    Where glad stars sing together
    And singing angels are? —

    Lord Jesus is my Guardian,
    So I can nothing lack:
    The lambs lie in His bosom
    Along life's dangerous track:
    The wilful lambs that go astray
    He bleeding fetches back.

    Lord Jesus is my guiding star,
    My beacon-light in heaven:
    He leads me step by step along
    The path of life uneven:
    He, true light, leads me to that land
    Whose day shall be as seven.

    Those Shepherds through the lonely night
    Sat watching by their sheep,
    Until they saw the heavenly host
    Who neither tire nor sleep,
    All singing "Glory glory"
    In festival they keep.

    Christ watches me. His little lamb,
    Cares for me day and night.
    That I may be His own in heaven:
    So angels clad in white
    Shall sing their "Glory glory"
    For my sake in the height.

    The Wise Men left their country
    To journey morn by morn.
    With gold and frankincense and myrrh,
    Because the Lord was born:
    God sent a star to guide them
    And sent a dream to warn.

    My life is like their journey.
    Their star is like God's book;
    I must be like those good Wise Men
    With heavenward heart and look:
    But shall I give no gifts to God? —
    What precious gifts they took!

    Lord, I will give my love to Thee,
    Than gold much costlier,
    Sweeter to Thee than frankincense,
    More prized than choicest myrrh:
    Lord, make me dearer day by day,
    Day by day holier;

    Nearer and dearer day by day:
    Till I my voice unite,
    And sing my "Glory glory "
    With angels clad in white;
    All "Glory glory" given to Thee
    Through all the heavenly height.


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  15. Consider The Lilies Of The Field
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Flowers preach to us if we will hear: —
    The rose saith in the dewy morn:
    "I am most fair;
    Yet all my loveliness is born
    Upon a thorn."
    The poppy saith amid the corn:
    "Let but my scarlet head appear
    And I am held in scorn;
    Yet juice of subtle virtue lies
    Within my cup of curious dyes."
    The lilies say: " Behold how we
    Preach without words of purity."
    The violets whisper from the shade
    Which their own leaves have made:
    "Men scent our fragrance on the air.
    Yet take no heed
    Of humble lessons we would read."

    But not alone the fairest flowers:
    The merest grass
    Along the roadside where we pass.
    Lichen and moss and sturdy weed.
    Tell of His love who sends the dew,
    The rain and sunshine too.
    To nourish one small seed.


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  17. A Birthday
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    My heart is like a singing bird
    Whose nest is in a watered shoot:
    My heart is like an apple tree
    Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
    My heart is like a rainbow shell
    That paddles in a halcyon sea;
    My heart is gladder than all these
    Because my love is come to me.

    Raise me a dais of silk and down;
    Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
    Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
    And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
    Work it in gold and silver grapes,
    In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
    Because the birthday of my life
    Is come, my love is come to me.


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  19. Patience
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Lie still, my restive heart, lie still:
    God's Word to thee saith "Wait and bear."
    The good which He appoints is good.
    The good which He denies were ill:
    Yea, subtle comfort is thy care.
    Thy hurt a help not understood.

    "Friend, go up higher," to one: to one,
    "Friend, enter thou My joy," He saith;
    To one, "Be faithful unto death."
    For some a wilderness doth flower,
    Or day's work in one hour is done: -
    "But thou, couldst thou not watch one hour?"

    Lord, I had chosen another lot,
    But then I had not chosen well;
    Thy choice and only Thine is good:
    No different lot, search heaven or hell,
    Had blessed me, fully understood.
    None other; which Thou orderest not.


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  21. The Goal In Sight
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    The Goal in sight! Look up and sing,
    'Set faces full against the light,
    Welcome with rapturous welcoming
    The Goal in sight.

    Let be the left, let be the right:
    Straight forward make your footsteps ring
    A loud alarum thro' the night.

    Death hunts you, yea, but reft of sting;
    Your bed is green, your shroud is white:
    Hail! Life and Death and all that bring
    The Goal in sight.


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  23. Love Is Strong As Death
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    "I have not sought Thee, I have not found Thee,
    I have not thirsted for Thee:
    And now cold billows of death surround me,
    Bulleting billows of death astound me, -
    Wilt Thou look upon, wilt Thou see
    Thy perishing me?"

    "Yea, I have sought thee, yea, I have found thee.
    Yea, I have thirsted for thee.
    Yea, long ago with love's bands I bound thee:
    Now the Everlasting Arms surround thee, —
    Through death's darkness I look and see
    And clasp thee to Me."


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  25. Dream Land
    Poet: Christina Rossett


    Where sunless rivers weep
    Their waves into the deep,
    She sleeps a charmed sleep:
    Awake her not.
    Led by a single star,
    She came from very far
    To seek where shadows are
    Her pleasant lot.

    She left the rosy morn.
    She left the fields of corn.
    For twilight cold and lorn
    And water springs.
    Through sleep, as through a veil,
    She sees the sky look pale.
    And hears the nightingale
    That sadly sings.

    Rest, rest, a perfect rest
    Shed over brow and breast;
    Her face is toward the west,
    The purple land.
    She cannot see the grain
    Ripening on hill and plain,
    She cannot feel the rain
    Upon her hand.

    Rest, rest, for evermore
    Upon a mossy shore;
    Rest, rest at the heart's core
    Till time shall cease:
    Sleep that no pain shall wake;
    Night that no morn shall break,
    Till joy shall overtake
    Her perfect peace.

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