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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·MIRAGE. · SOUND SLEEP.·»

SHUT OUT.

The door was shut. I looked between
  Its iron bars; and saw it lie,
  My garden, mine, beneath the sky,
Pied with all flowers bedewed and green:

From bough to bough the song-birds crossed,
  From flower to flower the moths and bees;
  With all its nests and stately trees
It had been mine, and it was lost.

A shadowless spirit kept the gate,
  Blank and unchanging like the grave.
  I peering through said: “Let me have
Some buds to cheer my outcast state.”

He answered not. “Or give me, then,
  But one small twig from shrub or tree;
  And bid my home remember me
Until I come to it again.”

The spirit was silent; but he took
  Mortar and stone to build a wall;
  He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look:

So now I sit here quite alone
  Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
  For naught is left worth looking at
Since my delightful land is gone.

A violet bed is budding near,
  Wherein a lark has made her nest:
  And good they are, but not the best;
And dear they are, but not so dear.

 


«·MIRAGE. · SOUND SLEEP.·»