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After Death

Christina Rossetti

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After Death (in Short Poetry Collection 146 )

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
He leaned above me, thinking that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say,
‘Poor child, poor child’: and as he turned away
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold
That hid my face, or take my hand in his,
Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my
He did not love me living; but once dead
He pitied me; and very sweet it is
To know he still is warm though I am cold.

Format:: Paperback

Pages:: 1 pages

Publication:: 1862

Publisher:

Edition:

Language:: eng

ISBN10:

ISBN13:

kindle Asin:: B0DTXLC5QM

After Death

Christina Rossetti

3.71/5 (21 ratings)

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After Death (in Short Poetry Collection 146 )

The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
He leaned above me, thinking that I slept
And could not hear him; but I heard him say,
‘Poor child, poor child’: and as he turned away
Came a deep silence, and I knew he wept.
He did not touch the shroud, or raise the fold
That hid my face, or take my hand in his,
Or ruffle the smooth pillows for my
He did not love me living; but once dead
He pitied me; and very sweet it is
To know he still is warm though I am cold.

Format:: Paperback

Pages:: 1 pages

Publication:: 1862

Publisher:

Edition:

Language:: eng

ISBN10:

ISBN13:

kindle Asin:: B0DTXLC5QM

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