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Christina Rossetti

The hope I dreamed of was a dream,Was but a dream; and now I wake,Exceeding comfortless, and worn, and old,For a dream’s sake. I hang my harp upon a tree,A weeping willow in a lake;I hang my silent harp there, wrung and snappedFor a dream’s sake. Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;My silent heart,… Continue reading Christina Rossetti

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