Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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Blind from my birth,
Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.
Hark! hark!
A lark is singing.
His notes are all for me,
For me his mirth: -
Till some day I shall see
Beautiful flowers
And birds in bowers
Where all Joy Bells are ringing.

1. Rosy Maiden Winifred
2. Brown And Furry
3. Dead Hope
4. Come Unto Me
5. The One Certainty

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