Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Sister Maude

Who told my mother of my shame,

    Who told my father of my dear?

Oh who but Maude, my sister Maude,

    Who lurked to spy and peer.

Cold he lies, as cold as stone,

    With his clotted curls about his face:

The comeliest corpse in all the world

    And worthy of a queen’s embrace.

You might have spared his soul, sister,

    Have spared my soul, your own soul too:

Though I had not been born at all,

    He’d never have looked at you.

My father may sleep in Paradise,

    My mother at Heaven-gate:

But sister Maude shall get no sleep

    Either early or late.

My father may wear a golden gown,

    My mother a crown may win;

If my dear and I knocked at Heaven-gate

    Perhaps they’d let us in:

But sister Maude, oh sister Maude,

    Bide you with death and sin.

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