Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

— Christina Rossetti

Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine.

— Christina Rossetti

Morning and evening Maids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy

— Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird.

— Christina Rossetti

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

— Christina Rossetti

O cousin Kate, my love was true, Your love was writ in sand:If he had fooled not me but you, If you had stood where I stand, He'd not have won me with his love, Nor bought me with his land;I would have spit into his face And not have taken his hand. Yet I have a gift you have not got, And seem not like to get:For all your clothes and wedding-ring've little doubt you fret. My fair-haired son, my shame, my pride, Cling closer, closer yet:Your father would give lands for onto wear his coronet

— Christina Rossetti

Promise me no promises, So will I not promise you: Keep we both our liberties, Never false and never true: Let us hold the die cast, Free to come as free to go: For I cannot know your past, And of mine what can you know?

— Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you planned: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterward remember, do not grieve: 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

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

— Christina Rossetti

Then a hundred sad voices lifted a wail, And a hundred glad voices piped on the gale:'Time is short, life is short,' they took up the tale: 'Life is sweet, love is sweet, use to-day while you may;Love is sweet, and to-morrow may fail; Love is sweet, use to-day.

— Christina Rossetti