Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MARVEL OF MARVELS, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI


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First Line: Marvel of marvels, if I myself shall behold
Last Line: Cold it is, o my king, how cold alone on the wold!
Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina


MARVEL of marvels, if I myself shall behold
With mine own eyes my King in His city of gold;
Where the least of lambs is spotless white in the fold,
Where the least and last of saints in spotless white is stoled,
Where the dimmest head beyond a moon is aureoled.
O saints, my beloved, now mouldering to mould in the mould,
Shall I see you lift your heads, see your cerements unroll'd,
See with these very eyes? who now in darkness and cold
Tremble for the midnight cry, the rapture, the tale untold, --
The Bridegroom cometh, cometh, His Bride to enfold!

Cold it is, my beloved, since your funeral bell was toll'd:
Cold it is, O my King, how cold alone on the wold!






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