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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·WHAT WOULD I GIVE? · SUMMER.·»

THE BOURNE.

Underneath the growing grass,
  Underneath the living flowers,
  Deeper than the sound of showers:
  There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.

Youth and health will be but vain,
  Beauty reckoned of no worth:
  There a very little girth
  Can hold round what once the earth
Seemed too narrow to contain.


«·WHAT WOULD I GIVE? · SUMMER.·»