Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti


She sat and sang alway

    By the green margin of a stream,

Watching the fishes leap and play

    Beneath the glad sunbeam.

I sat and wept alway

    Beneath the moon’s most shadowy beam,

Watching the blossoms of the May

    Weep leaves into the stream.

I wept for memory;

    She sang for hope that is so fair:

My tears were swallowed by the sea;

    Her songs died on the air.


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