Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

Sweet Death

The sweetest blossoms die.

    And so it was that, going day by day

    Unto the church to praise and pray,

And crossing the green churchyard thoughtfully,

    I saw how on the graves the flowers

    Shed their fresh leaves in showers,

And how their perfume rose up to the sky

    Before it passed away.

The youngest blossoms die.

    They die, and fall and nourish the rich earth

    From which they lately had their birth;

Sweet life, but sweeter death that passeth by

    And is as though it had not been:—

    All colors turn to green:

The bright hues vanish, and the odours fly,

    The grass hath lasting worth.

And youth and beauty die.

    So be it, O my God, Thou God of truth:

    Better than beauty and than youth

Are Saints and Angels, a glad company;

    And Thou, O lord, our Rest and Ease,

    Are better far than these.

Why should we shrink from our full harvest? why

    Prefer to glean with Ruth?

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