Oh never weep for love that’s deadSince love is seldom trueBut changes his fashion from blue to red,From brightest red to blue,And love was born to an early deathAnd is so seldom true.Then harbour no smile on your bonny faceTo win the deepest sigh.The fairest words on truest lipsPass on and surely die,And you will stand alone, my dear,When wintry winds draw nigh.Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,For this God has not given.If the merest dream of love were trueThen, sweet, we should be in heaven,And this is only earth, my dear,Where true love is not given.
Lord May I Come?
Life and night are falling from me,Death and day are opening on me,Wherever my footsteps come and go,Life is a stony way of woe.Lord, have I long to go?Hallow hearts are ever near me,Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me:Lord may I come to thee?Life and youth and summer weatherTo my heart no joy can gather.Lord, lift me from life’s stony way!Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me:Holy death is waiting for meLord, may I come to-day?My outward life feels sad and stillLike lilies in a frozen rill;I am gazing upwards to the sun,Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one.O Lord, remember me!How is it in the unknown land?Do the dead wander hand in hand?God, give me trust in thee.Do we clasp dead hands and quiverWith an endless joy for ever?Do tall white angels gaze and wendAlong the banks where lilies bend?Lord, we know not how this may be:Good Lord we put our faith in theeO God, remember me.
The Passing of Love
O God, forgive me that I rangedMy live into a dream of love!Will tears of anguish never washThe passion from my blood?Love kept my heart in a song of joy,My pulses quivered to the tune;The coldest blasts of winter blewUpon me like sweet airs in June.Love floated on the mists of mornAnd rested on the sunset’s rays;He calmed the thunder of the stormAnd lighted all my ways.Love held me joyful through the dayAnd dreaming ever through the night;No evil thing could come to me,My spirit was so light.O Heaven help my foolish heartWhich heeded not the passing timeThat dragged my idol from its placeAnd shattered all its shrine.
Love and Hate
Ope not thy lips, thou foolish one,Nor turn to me thy face;The blasts of heaven shall strike thee downEre I will give thee grace.Take thou thy shadow from my path,Nor turn to me and pray;The wild wild winds thy dirge may singEre I will bid thee stay.Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,Nor gaze upon my face;Great love I bore thee: now great hateSits grimly in its place.All changes pass me like a dream,I neither sing nor pray;And thou art like the poisonous treeThat stole my life away.Goblin Market by Christina RossettiMore poems by Christina RossettiPoetry by Dante Gabriel RossettiArticle: The New Pre-Raphaelite Movement
Poetry by Elizabeth Eleanor SiddalDead LoveOh never weep for love that’s deadSince love is seldom trueBut changes his fashion from blue to red,From brightest red to blue,And love was born to an early deathAnd is so seldom true.Then harbour no smile on your bonny faceTo win the deepest sigh.The fairest words on truest lipsPass on and surely die,And you will stand alone, my dear,When wintry winds draw nigh.Sweet, never weep for what cannot be,For this God has not given.If the merest dream of love were trueThen, sweet, we should be in heaven,And this is only earth, my dear,Where true love is not given.Lord May I Come?Life and night are falling from me,Death and day are opening on me,Wherever my footsteps come and go,Life is a stony way of woe.Lord, have I long to go?Hallow hearts are ever near me,Soulless eyes have ceased to cheer me:Lord may I come to thee?Life and youth and summer weatherTo my heart no joy can gather.Lord, lift me from life’s stony way!Loved eyes long closed in death watch for me:Holy death is waiting for meLord, may I come to-day?My outward life feels sad and stillLike lilies in a frozen rill;I am gazing upwards to the sun,Lord, Lord, remembering my lost one.O Lord, remember me!How is it in the unknown land?Do the dead wander hand in hand?God, give me trust in thee.Do we clasp dead hands and quiverWith an endless joy for ever?Do tall white angels gaze and wendAlong the banks where lilies bend?Lord, we know not how this may be:Good Lord we put our faith in theeO God, remember me.The Passing of LoveO God, forgive me that I rangedMy live into a dream of love!Will tears of anguish never washThe passion from my blood?Love kept my heart in a song of joy,My pulses quivered to the tune;The coldest blasts of winter blewUpon me like sweet airs in June.Love floated on the mists of mornAnd rested on the sunset’s rays;He calmed the thunder of the stormAnd lighted all my ways.Love held me joyful through the dayAnd dreaming ever through the night;No evil thing could come to me,My spirit was so light.O Heaven help my foolish heartWhich heeded not the passing timeThat dragged my idol from its placeAnd shattered all its shrine.Love and HateOpe not thy lips, thou foolish one,Nor turn to me thy face;The blasts of heaven shall strike thee downEre I will give thee grace.Take thou thy shadow from my path,Nor turn to me and pray;The wild wild winds thy dirge may singEre I will bid thee stay.Turn thou away thy false dark eyes,Nor gaze upon my face;Great love I bore thee: now great hateSits grimly in its place.All changes pass me like a dream,I neither sing nor pray;And thou art like the poisonous treeThat stole my life away.Goblin Market by Christina RossettiMore poems by Christina RossettiPoetry by Dante Gabriel RossettiArticle: The New Pre-Raphaelite Movement