Maxioms by Christina G. Rossetti
I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the read more
I plucked a honeysuckle where
The hedge on high is quick with thorn,
And climbing for the prize, was torn,
And fouled my feet in quag-water;
And by the thorns and by the wind
The blossom that I took was thinn'd
And yet I found it sweet and fair.
One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
One by one the flowers close,
Lily and dewy rose
Shutting their tender petals from the moon.
O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad, blue sky,
Too fearless in thy winging,
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O happy skylark springing
Up to the broad, blue sky,
Too fearless in thy winging,
Too gladsome in thy singing,
Thou also soon shalt lie
Where no sweet notes are ringing.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and read more
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
We shall escape the uphill by never turning back.
