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Christina Georgina Rossetti - In Progress
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Ten years ago it seemed impossible 
That she should ever grow so calm as this, 
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss 
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well. 
Slow-speaking when she had some fact to tell, 
Silent with long-unbroken silences, 
Centred in self yet not unpleased to please, 
Gravely monotonous like a passing bell. 
Mindful of drudging daily common things, 
Patient at pastime, patient at her work, 
Wearied perhaps but strenuous certainly. 
Sometimes I fancy we may one day see 
Her head shoot forth seven stars from where they lurk 
And her eyes lightnings and her shoulders wings.
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