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ENDURE HARDNESS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

Poet Analysis

First Line: A COLD WIND STIRS THE BLACKTHORN
Last Line: THAT I AM THINE.
Subject(s): CONSOLATION;
A cold wind stirs the blackthorn
To burgeon and to blow,
Besprinkling half-green hedges
With flakes and sprays of snow.

Thro' coldness and thro' keenness,
Dear hearts, take comfort so:
Somewhere or other doubtless
These make the blackthorn blow.

Lord Jesus, who would think that I am Thine?
Ah, who would think
Who sees me ready to turn back or sink,
That Thou art mine?

I cannot hold Thee fast tho' Thou art mine:
Hold Thou me fast,
So earth shall know at last and heaven at last
That I am Thine.






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