- by William Butler Yeats
- Ah, that Time could touch a form
- That could show what Homer's age
- Bred to be a hero's wage.
- 'Were not all her life but storm,
- Would not painters paint a form
- Of such noble lines,' I said,
- 'Such a delicate high head,
- All that sternness amid charm,
- All that sweetness amid strength?'
- Ah, but peace that comes at length,
- Came when Time had touched her form.
- by Christina Rossetti
- Where sunless rivers weep
- Their waves into the deep,
- She sleeps a charmed sleep:
- Awake her not.
- Led by a single star,
- She came from very far
- To seek where shadows are
- Her pleasant lot.
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- She left the rosy morn,
- She left the fields of corn,
- For twilight cold and lorn
- And water springs.
- Through sleep, as through a veil,
- She sees the sky look pale,
- And hears the nightingale
- That sadly sings.
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- Rest, rest, a perfect rest
- Shed over brow and breast;
- Her face is toward the west,
- The purple land.
- She cannot see the grain
- Ripening on hill and plain;
- She cannot feel the rain
- Upon her hand.
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- Rest, rest, for evermore
- Upon a mossy shore;
- Rest, rest at the heart's core
- Till time shall cease:
- Sleep that no pain shall wake;
- Night that no morn shall break
- Till joy shall overtake
- Her perfect peace.
- by 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 plann'd:
- Only remember me; you understand
- It will be late to counsel then or pray.
- Yet if you should forget me for a while
- And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
- For if the darkness and corruption leave
- A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
- Better by far you should forget and smile
- Than that you should remember and be sad.
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