Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)
An End
1Love, strong as Death, is dead.
2Come, let us make his bed
3Among the dying flowers:
4A green turf at his head;
5And a stone at his feet,
6Whereon we may sit
7In the quiet evening hours.
8He was born in the spring,
9And died before the harvesting:
10On the last warm summer day
11He left us; he would not stay
12For autumn twilight cold and grey.
13Sit we by his grave, and sing
14He is gone away.
15To few chords and sad and low
16Sing we so:
17Be our eyes fixed on the grass
18Shadow-veiled as the years pass,
19While we think of all that was
20In the long ago.
Online text copyright © 2009, Ian Lancashire (the Department of English) and the University of Toronto.
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Original text: Poems of Christina Rossetti, ed. William M. Rossetti (London: Macmillan, 1904), 292.
First publication date:
January
1850
Publication date note: The Germ
RPO poem editor: Marc R. Plamondon
RP edition: 2006
Recent editing: 2:2006/1/21
Composition date:
5
March
1849
Rhyme: aabaccb / aabbbab / aabbba
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