The splendour of the kindling day, 
The splendor of the setting sun, 
These move my soul to wend its way, 
And have done 
With all we grasp and toil amongst and say. 

The paling roses of a cloud, 
The fading bow that arches space, 
These woo my fancy toward my shroud, 
Toward the place 
Of faces veil’d, and heads discrown’d and bow’d. 

The nation of the awful stars, 
The wandering star whose blaze is brief, 
These make me beat against the bars 
Of my grief; 
My tedious grief, twin to the life it mars. 

O fretted heart toss’d to and fro, 
So fain to flee, so fain to rest! 
All glories that are high or low, 
East or west, 
Grow dim to thee who art so fain to go. 

Added: Apr 28 2005 | Viewed: 1392 times | Comments (0)

Poet: Christina Rossetti
Poem: Fluttered Wings

Poem of the Day on:
Sep 12 2005
There are no comments for this poem. Why not be the first one to post something about it?

Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Fluttered Wings, has not yet been commented on. You can click here to be the first to post a comment about it. Of course you can also always discuss poems by Christina Rossetti with others on the Poetry Connection poetry forum!