Fair as the moon and joyful as the light;Tot wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim; Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dreams.

— Christina Rossetti

For if the darkness and corruption leave vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

— Christina Rossetti

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge, Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's returning track.

— Christina Rossetti

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

— Christina Rossetti

For there is no friend like a sister In calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, To fetch one if one goes astray, To lift one if one totters down, To strengthen whilst one stands

— Christina Rossetti

Give me the lowest place: not that I damask for that lowest place, but Thou hast died That I might live and swarthy glory by Thy side. Give me the lowest place: of if for me That the lowest place too high, make one more low Where I may sit and seems God and love Thee so.

— Christina Rossetti

Good folk, I have no coin, To take were to purloin:I have no copper in my purse, I have no silver either, And all my gold is on the furze That shakes in windy weather Above the busy heather.

— Christina Rossetti

He feeds upon her face by day and night, And she with true kind eyes looks back on him, Fair as the moon and joyful as the light:Not wan with waiting, not with sorrow dim;Not as she is, but was when hope shone bright;Not as she is, but as she fills his dream.

— Christina Rossetti

I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?

— Christina Rossetti

In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.

— Christina Rossetti