Christina G. Rossetti

Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
We are as they;
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Consider
The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:--
We are as they;
Like them we fade away
As doth a leaf.

The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.

The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.

Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
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Wood-pigeons cooed there, stock-doves nestled there;
My trees were full on songs and flowers and fruit,
Their branches spread a city to the air.

Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

Spring bursts to-day,
For Christ is risen and all the earth's at play.

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.