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From the Antique

Written by: Christina Rossetti | Biography
 | Quotes (8) |
 It's a weary life, it is, she said: 
Doubly blank in a woman's lot: 
I wish and I wish I were a man: 
Or, better then any being, were not:

Were nothing at all in all the world, 
Not a body and not a soul: 
Not so much as a grain of dust 
Or a drop of water from pole to pole.

Still the world would wag on the same, 
Still the seasons go and come: 
Blossoms bloom as in days of old, 
Cherries ripen and wild bees hum.

None would miss me in all the world, 
How much less would care or weep: 
I should be nothing, while all the rest 
Would wake and weary and fall asleep.



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