Homechristina rossetti "A Bed of Forget-Me-Nots" by Christina Rossetti "A Bed of Forget-Me-Nots" by Christina Rossetti : Is love so prone to change and rot We are fain to rear forget-me-not By measure in a garden plot? — I love its growth at large and free By untrod path and unlopped tree, Or nodding by the unpruned hedge, Or on the water's dangerous edge Where flags and meadowsweet blow rank With rushes on the quaking bank. Love is not taught in learning's school, Love is not parcelled out by rule; Hath curb or call an answer got? — So free must be forget-me-not. Give me the flame no dampness dulls, The passion of the instinctive pulse, Love steadfast as a fixed star, Tender as doves with nestlings are, More large than time, more strong than death: This all creation travails of — She groans not for a passing breath — This is forget-me-not and love. Tags: christina rossetti literature notes Facebook Twitter
