Poems (Rossetti, 1901)/Grown and Flown

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4545508Poems — Grown and FlownChristina Georgina Rossetti

GROWN AND FLOWN.
ILOVED my love from green of Spring
Until sere Autumn's fall;
But now that leaves are withering
How should one love at all?
One heart's too small
For hunger, cold, love, everything,

I loved my love on sunny days
Until late Summer's wane:
But now that frost begins to glaze
How should one love again?
Nay, love and pain
Walk wide apart in diverse ways.

I loved my love—alas to see
That this should be, alas!
I thought that this could scarcely be,
Yet has it come to pass:
Sweet sweet love was,
Now bitter bitter grown to me.