Within The Veil
(Lyra Eucharistica, second edition, 1865.) She holds a lily in her hand, Where long ranks of Angels stand, A silver lily for her wand. All her hair falls sweeping down; Her hair that is a golden brown, A crown beneath her golden crown. Blooms a rose-bush at her knee, Good to smell and good to see: It bears a rose for her, for me; Her rose a blossom richly grown, My rose a bud not fully blown, But sure one day to be mine own.
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"(Lyra Eucharistica, second edition, 1865.)..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Christina Georgina Rossetti delivers a powerful performance in "Within The Veil"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...