Sonnets are full of love, and this my tomeHas many sonnets: so here now shall beOne sonnet more, a love sonnet, from meTo her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,To my first Love, my Mother, on whose kneeI learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;Whose service is my special dignity,And she my loadstar while I go and come.And so because you love me, and becauseI love you, Mother, I have woven a wreathOf rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:In you not fourscore years can dim the flameOf love, whose blessed glow transcends the lawsOf time and change and mortal life and death.
Christina Rossetti · A Pageant and Other Poems: Dedication
Love & longing
“Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome”
- Author
- Christina Rossetti
- Work
- A Pageant and Other Poems: Dedication
- Found in
- Poems
- Year
- 1881
- Length
- 116 words
- Source
- Project Gutenberg eBook #19188
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