Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Sing-SongChristina Georgina Rossetti (18301894)
Love me, my baby;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Sing as it may be.
Her eyes above you;
Sing it high, sing it low,
Love me,—I love you.
With sweetwilliam white and red,
Honeysuckle on my wall:—
Heartsease blossoms in my heart
When sweet William comes to call,
But it withers when we part,
And the honey-trumpets fall.
What are brief? to-day and to-morrow:
What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth:
What are deep? the ocean and truth.
Day after day,
When April’s here,
That leads to May
And June
Must follow soon:
Stay, June, stay!—
If only we could stop the moon
And June!
That I may fly away
To hear the singers at their song,
And players at their play.
But whither would you go?
Beyond the surging of the sea
And the storms that blow.
Can never make you fly:
I twist them in a crown to-day,
And to-night they die.
And there came up a palm
I planted a heart
And there came up balm.
But there sprang a thorn,
While heaven frowned with thunder
And earth sighed forlorn.
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.
In the sunlit summer morn,
I know that heaven is up on high,
And on earth are fields of corn.
In the moonlit summer even,
I know not if earth is merely earth,
Only that heaven is heaven.
Good bye, and all in vain,
Never to meet again, my dear—”
“Never to part again.”
“Good bye to-day, good bye to-morrow,
Good bye till earth shall wane,
Never to meet again, my dear—”
“Never to part again.”