Vintage verse – At Last by Christina Rossetti

At Last

Many have sung of love a root of bane:
. . . . . . .While to my mind a root of balm it is,
. . . .For love at length breeds love; sufficient bliss
For life and death and rising up again.
Surely when light of Heaven makes all things plain,
. . . .Love will grow plain with all its mysteries;
. . . .Nor shall we need to fetch from over seas
Wisdom or wealth or pleasure safe from pain.
Love in our borders, love within our heart,
. . . .Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest,
. . . .Ended for ever life’s unending quest,
. . . . . . .Ended for ever effort, change and fear:
Love all in all; —no more that better part
. . . . . . .Purchased, but at the cost of all things here.

by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim.

Vintage verse – A Bird Song by Christina Rossetti

A Bird Song

It’s a year almost that I have not seen her:
Oh, last summer green things were greener,
Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer.

It’s surely summer, for there’s a swallow:
Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow
O’er height, o’er hollow! I’d be a swallow,
To build this weather one nest together.

by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Photo by Christine Klocek-Lim