Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Christina Georgina Rossetti. 1830–1894785. Marvel of Marvels
| MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall behold | |
| With mine own eyes my King in His city of gold; | |
| Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the fold, | |
| Where the least and last of saints in spotless white is stoled, | |
| Where the dimmest head beyond a moon is aureoled. | 5 |
| O saints, my belovèd, now mouldering to mould in the mould, | |
| Shall I see you lift your heads, see your cerements unroll’d, | |
| See with these very eyes? who now in darkness and cold | |
| Tremble for the midnight cry, the rapture, the tale untold,— | |
| The Bridegroom cometh, cometh, His Bride to enfold! | 10 |
| Cold it is, my belovèd, since your funeral bell was toll’d: | |
| Cold it is, O my King, how cold alone on the wold! |