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J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.

By Christina Rossetti (1830–1894)

In Progress

TEN years ago it seemed impossible

That she should ever grow so calm as this,

With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss

And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.

Slow-speaking when she has some fact to tell,

Silent with long-unbroken silences,

Centred in self yet not unpleased to please,

Gravely monotonous like a passing bell.

Mindful of drudging daily common things,

Patient at pastime, patient at her work,

Wearing perhaps but strenuous certainly.

Sometimes I fancy we may one day see

Her head shoot forth seven stars from where they lurk,

And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings.