One Sea-side Grave

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Unmindful of the roses,
  Unmindful of the thorn,
A reaper tired reposes
  Among his gathered corn:
  So might I, till the morn!

Cold as the cold Decembers,
  Past as the days that set,
While only one remembers
  And all the rest forget,—
  But one remembers yet.

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• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Our Mothers
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Passing
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Passing And Glassing
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Passing Away, Saith The World
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Pastime
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Piteous My Rhyme
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Portraits
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Promises Like Pie-crust
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Remember
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : Rest

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