Quotes from Christina Georgina Rossetti

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

Sleeping at last, the trouble and turmoil over,Sleeping at last, the struggle and horror past,Cold and white, out of sight of friend and of lover,Sleeping at last.

God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.

When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree.Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, rememberAnd if thou wilt, forget.

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

The birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely, love divine Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

The birthday of my life is come, my love is come to me.