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Poems by Christina G. Rossetti

«·AT LAST. · IN THE WILLOW SHADE.·»

GOLDEN SILENCES.

There is silence that saith, “Ah me!”
  There is silence that nothing saith;
    One the silence of life forlorn,
  One the silence of death;
One is, and the other shall be.

One we know and have known for long,
  One we know not, but we shall know,
    All we who have ever been born;
  Even so, be it so,—
There is silence, despite a song.

Sowing day is a silent day,
  Resting night is a silent night;
    But whoso reaps the ripened corn
  Shall shout in his delight,
While silences vanish away.

 


«·AT LAST. · IN THE WILLOW SHADE.·»