TO think that this meaningless thing was ever a rose,
Scentless, colorless, this !
Will it ever be thus (who knows?)
Thus with our bliss,
If we wait till the close ?
Though we care not to wait for the end, there comes
Sooner, later, at last,
Which nothing can mar, nothing mend :
An end locked fast,
Bent we cannot re-bend.
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Publication information: Book title: A Pageant and Other Poems. Contributors: Christina G. Rossetti - Author. Publisher: Roberts Brothers. Place of publication: Boston. Publication year: 1881. Page number: 114.
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