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CHRISTINA ROSSETTI‘MAY’ BY CHRISTINA ROSSETTII cannot tell you how it was,But this I know: it came to passUpon a bright and sunny dayWhen May was young; ah, pleasant May!As yet the poppies were not bornBetween the blades of tender corn;The last egg had not hatched as yet,Nor any bird foregone its mate. I cannot tellContinue reading “May : Christina Rossetti : : May Poems : : Months Poems : :”