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Sound Sleep

Sound Sleep

Some are laughing, some are weeping;
She is sleeping, only sleeping.
Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
There the wind is heaping, heaping
Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping.
By the corn-fields ripe for reaping.


There are lilies, and there blushes
The deep rose, and there the thrushes
Sing till latest sunlight flushes
In the west; a fresh wind brushes
Through the leaves while evening hushes.


There by day the lark is singing
And the grass and weeds are springing;
There by night the bat is winging;
There for ever winds are bringing
Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.


Night and morning, noon and even,
Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven:
The long strife at lent is striven:
Till her grave-bands shall be riven
Such is the good portion given
To her soul at rest and shriven.
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Song IV

Song IV

Oh roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.


Oh violets for the grave of youth,
And bay for those dead in their prime;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the old time.
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Songs In A Cornfield

Songs In A Cornfield

A song in a cornfield
Where corn begins to fall,
Where reapers are reaping,
Reaping one, reaping all.
Sing pretty Lettice,
Sing Rachel, sing May;
Only Marian cannot sing
While her sweetheart's away.


Where is he gone to
And why does he stay?
He came across the green sea
But for a day,
Across the deep green sea
To help with the hay.


His hair was curly yellow
And his eyes were grey,
He laughed a merry laugh
And said a sweet say.
Where is he gone to
That he comes not home?
To-day or to-morrow
He surely will come.
Let him haste to joy
Lest he lag for sorrow,
For one weeps to-day
Who'll not weep to-morrow:
To-day she must weep
For gnawing sorrow,
To-night she may sleep
And not wake to-morrow.


May sang with Rachel
In the waxing warm weather,
Lettice sang with them,
They sang all together:—


'Take the wheat in your arm
Whilst day is broad above,
Take the wheat to your bosom,
But not a false love.
Out in the fields
Summer heat gloweth,
Out in the fields
Summer wind bloweth,
Out in the fields
Summer friend showeth,
Out in the fields
Summer wheat groweth;
But in the winter



When summer heat is dead
And summer wind has veered
And summer friend has fled,
Only summer wheat remaineth,
White cakes and bread.
Take the wheat, clasp the wheat
That's food for maid and dove;
Take the wheat to your bosom,
But not a false false love.'


A silence of full noontide heat
Grew on them at their toil:
The farmer's dog woke up from sleep,
The green snake hid her coil.
Where grass stood thickest, bird and beast
Sought shadows as they could,
The reaping men and women paused
And sat down where they stood;
They ate and drank and were refreshed,
For rest from toil is good.


While the reapers took their ease,
Their sickles lying by,
Rachel sang a second strain,
And singing seemed to sigh:—


'There goes the swallow—
Could we but follow!
Hasty swallow stay,
Point us out the way;
Look back swallow, turn back swallow, stop swallow.


'There went the swallow—
Too late to follow:
Lost our note of way,
Lost our chance to-day;
Good bye swallow, sunny swallow, wise swallow.


'After the swallow
All sweet things follow:
All things go their way,
Only we must stay,
Must not follow; good bye swallow, good swallow.'


Then listless Marian raised her head
Among the nodding sheaves;
Her voice was sweeter than that voice;
She sang like one who grieves:
Her voice was sweeter than its wont



Among the nodding sheaves;
All wondered while they heard her sing
Like one who hopes and grieves:—


'Deeper than the hail can smite,
Deeper than the frost can bite,
Deep asleep through day and night,
Our delight.


'Now thy sleep no pang can break,
No to-morrow bid thee wake,
Not our sobs who sit and ache
For thy sake.


'Is it dark or light below?
Oh, but is it cold like snow?
Dost thou feel the green things grow
Fast or slow?


'Is it warm or cold beneath,
Oh, but is it cold like death?
Cold like death, without a breath,
Cold like death?'


If he comes to-day
He will find her weeping;
If he comes to-morrow
He will find her sleeping;
If he comes the next day
He'll not find her at all,
He may tear his curling hair,
Beat his breast and call.
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Song II

Song II

Oh roses for the flush of youth,
And laurel for the perfect prime;
But pluck an ivy branch for me
Grown old before my time.


Oh violets for the grave of youth,
And bay for those dead in their prime;
Give me the withered leaves I chose
Before in the old time.
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Somewhere Or Other

Somewhere Or Other

Somewhere or other there must surely be
The face not seen, the voice not heard,
The heart that not yet - never yet - ah me!
Made answer to my word:


Somewhere or other, may be near or far;
Past land and sea, clean out of sight;
Beyond the wandering moon, beyond the star
That tracks her night by night:


Somewhere or other, may be far or near;
With just a wall, a hedge, between;
With just the last leaves of the dying year
Fallen on a turf grown green.
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Shut Out

Shut Out

The door was shut. I looked between
Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:


From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
From flower to flower the moths and bees;
With all its nests and stately trees
It had been mine, and it was lost.


A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
Blank and unchanging like the grave.
I peering through said: 'Let me have
Some buds to cheer my outcast state.'


He answered not. 'Or give me, then,
But one small twig from shrub or tree;
And bid my home remember me
Until I come to it again.'


The spirit was silent; but he took
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look:


So now I sit here quite alone
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For nought is left worth looking at
Since my delightful land is gone.


A violet bed is budding near,
Wherein a lark has made her nest:
And good they are, but not the best;
And dear they are, but not so dear.
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Sing Me A Song

Sing Me A Song

Sing me a song -
What shall I sing? -
Three merry sisters
Dancing in a ring,
Light and fleet upon their feet
As birds upon the wing.
Tell me a tale -
What shall I tell?
Two mournful sisters,
And a tolling knell,
Tolling ding and tolling dong,
Ding dong bell.
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Seasons

Seasons


Oh the cheerful Budding-time!
When thorn-hedges turn to green,
When new leaves of elm and lime
Cleave and shed their winter screen;
Tender lambs are born and 'baa,'
North wind finds no snow to bring,
Vigorous Nature laughs 'Ha, ha,'
In the miracle of spring.


Oh the gorgeous Blossom-days!
When broad flag-flowers drink and blow,
In and out in summer-blaze
Dragon-flies flash to and fro;
Ashen branches hang out keys,
Oaks put forth the rosy shoot,
Wandering herds wax sleek at ease,
Lovely blossoms end in fruit.


Oh the shouting Harvest-weeks!
Mother earth grown fat with sheaves
Thrifty gleaner finds who seeks;
Russet-golden pomp of leaves
Crowns the woods, to fall at length;
Bracing winds are felt to stir,
Ocean gathers up her strength,
Beasts renew their dwindled fur.


Oh the starving Winter-lapse!
Ice-bound, hunger-pinched and dim;
Dormant roots recall their saps,
Empty nests show black and grim,
Short-lived sunshine gives no heat,
Undue buds are nipped by frost,
Snow sets forth a winding-sheet,
And all hope of life seems lost.
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Shall I Forget?

Shall I Forget?

Shall I forget on this side of the grave?
I promise nothing: you must wait and see
Patient and brave.
(O my soul, watch with him and he with me.)


Shall I forget in peace of Paradise?
I promise nothing: follow, friend, and see
Faithful and wise.
(O my soul, lead the way he walks with me.)
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Roses Blushing Red And White

Roses Blushing Red And White

Roses blushing red and white,
For delight;
Honeysuckle wreaths above,
For love;
Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,
For hope;
Shining lilies tall and straight,
For royal state;
Dusky pansies, let them be
For memory;
With violets of fragrant breath,
For death.
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Identification and basic context

Christina Georgina Rossetti was a prominent English poet of Italian heritage. She is celebrated for her lyrical and devotional poetry, which often delves into themes of love, death, faith, and the transient beauty of the natural world. As a key figure of the Victorian era, her work stands out for its profound spiritual intensity and its exquisite musicality. Her contributions to English literature are substantial, with poems such as 'Goblin Market' and 'Remember' remaining widely read and studied.

Childhood and education

Born into an intellectual and artistic family, Christina Rossetti had an upbringing steeped in literature and religious devotion. Her father, Gabriele Rossetti, was an Italian poet and scholar, and her mother, Frances Polidori Rossetti, was of English and Italian descent. Her siblings included Dante Gabriel Rossetti, a prominent artist and poet, and William Michael Rossetti, an art critic and writer. Christina received her early education at home, where she was tutored by her mother and elder siblings. This environment fostered her early interest in poetry and literature. Her family's strong Anglo-Italian heritage and their devout Christian faith profoundly influenced her formative years and the subsequent themes in her work.

Literary trajectory

Rossetti's literary career began in her teenage years, with early poems circulating among her family and friends. Her first published volume, 'Verses,' appeared in 1847, a collection of poems written between the ages of 12 and 17. She later became associated with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood, primarily through her brother Dante Gabriel. Her most famous work, 'Goblin Market and Other Poems,' was published in 1862 to considerable acclaim, establishing her reputation as a major poet. Throughout her life, she continued to write poetry, devotional prose, and children's verse. Her trajectory was marked by periods of intense creative output interspersed with periods of relative quietude, often influenced by her spiritual convictions and personal circumstances.

Works, style, and literary characteristics

Rossetti's major works include 'Goblin Market and Other Poems' (1862), 'The Prince's Progress and Other Poems' (1866), 'Sing-Song: A Nursery Rhyme Book' (1872), and the devotional prose work 'Called to Be Saints' (1881). Her dominant themes include love (both earthly and divine), death, faith, renunciation, temptation, and the beauty and decay of the natural world. Her style is characterized by its lyrical beauty, rich imagery, and strong musicality, often employing symbolism and allegory. She was adept at using varied forms, from sonnets to ballads and nursery rhymes, often experimenting with rhythm and rhyme to create striking effects. Her poetic voice is often introspective, devotional, and deeply emotional, conveying a sense of yearning and spiritual longing. The language is precise yet evocative, rich with sensory detail. Rossetti's work often engages with religious themes, exploring the complexities of faith, doubt, and salvation with a unique blend of personal conviction and poetic artistry.

Cultural and historical context

Christina Rossetti lived during the Victorian era, a period of significant social, religious, and industrial change in Britain. Her work often reflects the religious fervor and the debates surrounding faith and doubt prevalent at the time. Her association with the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood placed her within a significant artistic movement that sought to revive medieval aesthetics and emphasize sincerity and imaginative richness. Her poetry engaged with contemporary issues of social reform and the role of women, though often through a lens of Christian morality and personal introspection. She was a contemporary of poets like Alfred Lord Tennyson and Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and her work shares some thematic concerns with theirs, yet possesses a distinctively personal and spiritual quality.

Personal life

Rossetti's personal life was deeply shaped by her devout religious faith, particularly her adherence to the High Church Anglican tradition. This faith led her to twice refuse marriage proposals from men she loved, believing that her spiritual calling superseded earthly attachments. She suffered from various illnesses throughout her life, including Graves' disease, which often limited her activities but also provided subject matter for her contemplative poetry. Her relationship with her family, especially her mother and siblings, was close and supportive, providing a stable anchor in her life. Her dedication to charitable work, particularly with the Magdalen Hospital for fallen women, reflected her compassionate nature and her deep-seated desire to help those in need.

Recognition and reception

Christina Rossetti achieved significant recognition during her lifetime, with 'Goblin Market' being particularly well-received. She was regarded as one of the foremost poets of her day, and her work was admired for its originality, spiritual depth, and lyrical skill. Posthumously, her reputation has continued to flourish. While at times overshadowed by her brother Dante Gabriel, her distinct voice and thematic concerns have secured her a prominent place in the canon of English literature. Her works are widely anthologized and studied for their exploration of faith, love, and the female experience in the Victorian era.

Influences and legacy

Rossetti was influenced by the Bible, devotional writers such as Thomas à Kempis, and poets like George Herbert and John Keats. Her own poetry has had a lasting influence on subsequent generations of poets, particularly in the areas of devotional verse, children's literature, and symbolic poetry. Her exploration of themes related to temptation, sacrifice, and spiritual longing has resonated with many writers. She is also recognized for her significant contributions to the genre of nursery rhymes and children's verse. Her legacy is firmly established through her enduring poems, which continue to be celebrated for their beauty, emotional resonance, and spiritual insight.

Interpretation and critical analysis

Rossetti's poetry is often analyzed for its complex interplay of spiritual and sensual themes. Her poems exploring love and desire are frequently interpreted through the lens of her religious renunciation, leading to discussions about the tension between earthly and divine love. The allegorical nature of 'Goblin Market' has invited numerous critical interpretations, ranging from explorations of female sexuality and temptation to critiques of consumerism and industrialization. Her engagement with themes of death and eternity is also a significant focus of critical study, revealing a profound theological and existential depth.

Curiosities and lesser-known aspects

Despite her fame, Christina Rossetti was a remarkably private individual. Her deep faith meant she often struggled with worldly temptations, and her poetry reflects this inner conflict. She had a particular affinity for animals and often wrote about them. Her dedication to her religious convictions sometimes led to difficult personal choices, such as refusing marriage. Her creative process was deeply tied to her spiritual life, often involving prayer and contemplation.

Death and memory

Christina Rossetti died in 1894 from breast cancer. She was buried in Highgate Cemetery, London. Her death was mourned by many who recognized her immense contribution to English poetry. Posthumous collections of her work continued to be published, ensuring her enduring place in literary history. Her memory is preserved through the timeless beauty and spiritual depth of her verse.