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worth maiden of whirled womanhood aloft b and fate charm so suddenl of beauty and ; a so simp surprising le burgher ly , y
to blin a d hei goddess , ght so ' dizzy wheel , and into y then so , dark plunged a doom by the these revers are al fi of gures the
; which I think possess an und all ing the interest elements for of the true heart romance and . fan There cy , in is , the as
_deeply sad , story of y Agnes Bernauerin . SCHUTZE-WlLSON ,
A _% _vthor of " Count JEgmont , " the " Voyage of the Lady / ' <& c , <& e .
Gone Before. 91
GONE BEFORE . 91
XV . —GONE BEFORE .
She Was Most Like A Rose When It Flushes...
She was most like a rose when it flushes rarest , She was most like a lily when it blows fairest ,
She was most like a violet sweetest on the bank : Now she ' s only like the snow , cold and blank ,
After the sun sank . She left us in the early days ; she would not linger
For orange blossoms in her hair , or ring on finger : Did she deem windy grass more good than these ?
Now the turf that ' s between us and the hedging trees - Might as well be seas .
I had trained a branch she shelters not under , . I had reared a flower she snapped asunder :
In the bush and on the stately bough Birds sing ; she who watched them track the plough ,
Cannot _heai them now . Every bird has a nest hidden somewhere
For itself and its mate and joys that come there ; Tho' it soar to the clouds , finding there its rest :
You sang in the height , but no more with eager breast Stoop to your own nest .
If I could win you back from heaven-gate lofty , Perhaps you would but grieve returning softly :
Surely they would miss you in the blessed throng , Miss your sweet voice in their sweetest song ,
Beckon time too long . Earth is not good enough for youmy sweet , my sweetest ;
, Life on earth seemed long to you , though to me fleetest ; I would not wish you back if a wish would do :
• Only , love , I long for heaven with you Heart-pierced through and through .
Christina _GK Kossetti .
English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1863, page 91, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101863/page/19/