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      Christina Rossetti (1830-1894)

    They lie at rest, our blessed dead;
    The dews drop cool above their head,
    They knew not when fleet summer fled.

    Together all, yet each alone;
    Each laid at rest beneath his own
    Smooth turf or white allotted stone.

    When shall our slumber sink so deep,
    And eyes that wept and eyes that weep
    Weep not in the sufficient sleep?

    God be with you, our great and small,
    Our loves, our best beloved of all,
    Our own beyond the salt sea-wall.


The above poem was composed July 16, 1858 and appeared in her 1893 Verses. It can be found in:
  • Rossetti, Christina. The Complete Poems of Christina Rossetti. Volume II. R.W. Crump ed. Baton Rouge, LA: Louisiana State University Press, 1979.
  • Batchelor, Mary, ed. The Lion Christian Poetry Collection. Oxford: Lion Publishing, 1995.

    It was part of a larger unpublished poem titled A Burthen that can be found in volume III of The Complete Poems.