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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·DEAD BEFORE DEATH. · “THE MASTER IS COME, AND CALLETH FOR THEE.”·»

BITTER FOR SWEET.

Summer is gone with all its roses,
  Its sun and perfumes and sweet flowers,
  Its warm air and refreshing showers:
    And even Autumn closes.

Yea, Autumn’s chilly self is going,
  And winter comes which is yet colder;
  Each day the hoar-frost waxes bolder
    And the last buds cease blowing.


«·DEAD BEFORE DEATH. · “THE MASTER IS COME, AND CALLETH FOR THEE.”·»