CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

But is there for the night a resting-place?

A roof for when the slow, dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face?

You cannot miss that inn.

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?

Those who have gone before. Then must I knock, or call when just in sight ^

They will not keep you waiting at that door.

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak^ Of labour you shall find the sum.

Will there be beds for me and all who seek? Yea, beds for all who come.

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��94 Remember

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 1 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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