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Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs

Gone were but the Winter, Come were but the Spring, I would go to a covert Where the birds sing; Where in the whitethorn Singeth a thrush, And a robin sings In the holly-bush. Full of fresh scents Are the budding boughs Arching high over A cool green house: Full of sweet scents, And whispering air Which sayeth softly: We spread no snare; Here dwell in safety, Here dwell alone, With a clear stream And a mossy stone. Here the sun shineth Most shadily; Here is heard an echo Of the far sea, Though far off it be.

Christina Rossetti

Sweet, Spring, Winter

Christina Rossetti (2008). “Poems and Prose”, p.11, OUP Oxford

The violets whisper from the shade Which their own leaves have made: Men scent our fragrance on the air, Yet take no heed Of humble lessons we would read.

Christina Rossetti

Humble, Men, Air

Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.26, Delphi Classics

Why one day in the country Is worth a month in town; Is worth a day and a year Of the dusty, musty, lag-last fashion That days drone elsewhere.

Christina Rossetti

Country, Fashion, Years

Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.186, Delphi Classics

Spring's an expansive time: yet I don't trust March with its peck of dust, Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers, Nor even May, whose flowers One frost may wither thro' the sunless hours.

Christina Rossetti

Spring, Flower, Winter

Christina Rossetti (2012). “Goblin Market and Other Poems”, p.29, Courier Corporation

I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.

Christina Rossetti

Song, Strong, Flower

Christina Rossetti (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Christina Rossetti (Illustrated)”, p.1677, Delphi Classics