Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti


Oh roses for the flush of youth,

    And laurel for the perfect prime;

But pluck an ivy branch for me

    Grown old before my time.

Oh violets for the grave of youth,

    And bay for those dead in their prime;

Give me the withered leaves I chose

    Before in the old time.


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