English poem

There's Nothing Like the Rose

The lily has an air, And the snowdrop a grace, And the sweet-pea a way, And the hearts-ease a face,— Yet there's nothing like the rose When she blows.

More by Christina Rossetti

The year stood at its equinox
There is nothing more that they can do
There is silence that saith, "Ah me!"
There's no replying
They are flocking from the East
Thinking of you, and all that was, and all
Three sang of love together: one with lips
Through the vales to my love!

All 346 poems by Christina Rossetti