From The Antique - Christina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who
wrote a variety of romantic, devotional, and children's poems. She is famous for writing
Goblin Market and Remember, and the words of the Christmas carol In the Bleak Midwinter.
The wind shall lull us yet,
The flowers shall spring above us:
And those who hate forget,
And those forgot who love us.
The pulse of hope shall cease,
Of joy and of regretting:
We twain shall sleep in peace,
Forgotten and forgetting.
For us no sun shall rise,
Nor wind rejoice, nor river,
Where we with fast-closed eyes
Shall sleep and sleep for ever.
No Funeral Gloom - Ellen Terry
No funeral gloom, my dears, when I am gone,
Corpse-gazing, tears, black raiment, graveyard grimness.
Think of me as withdrawn into the dimness,
Yours still, you mine,
Remember all the best of our past moments and forget the rest,
And so to where I wait come gently on.
Farewell, Sweet Dust - Elinor Wylie
Now I have lost you, I must scatter
All of you on the air henceforth;
Not that to me it can ever matter
Buy it's only fair to the rest of the earth.
Now especially, when it is winter
And the sun's not half so bright as he was,
Who wouldn't be glad to find a splinter
That once was you in the frozen grass?
Snowflakes, too, will be softer feathered,
Clouds, perhaps, will be whiter plumed;
Rain, whose brilliance you caught and gathered,
Purer silver have reassumed.
Farewell, sweet dust; I never was a miser:
Once, for a minute, I made you mine:
Now you are gone, I am none the wiser
But the leaves of the willow are as bright as wine.
We'll Go No More A-roving - Lord Byron
So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And Love itself have rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon
We'll Go No More A-roving - Sung by Leonard Cohen
We'll Go No More A-roving - On Amazon UK
Gone - Susie Marcol
Of late, it seems I miss you more,
When quietly I lay
Upon the bed that we two shared---
Occasionally by day.
Our hopes and dreams inspired once
By the union of our souls.
Are nought but happy memory's,
Which between us two unfurled.
All the things we planned to do,
The things we said we must.
Are now just like you my love,
Gone,- and shortly turned to dust.