“To-day for Me”

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Christina Rossetti - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

“To-day for Me”

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She sitteth still who used to dance, She weepeth sore and more and more-- Let us sit with thee weeping sore,          O fair France!          She trembleth as the days advance Who used to be so light of heart:-- We in thy trembling bear a part,          Sister France!         Her eyes shine tearful as they glance: "Who shall give back my slaughtered sons? "Bind up," she saith, "my wounded ones."--          Alas, France!          She struggles in a deathly trance, As in a dream her pulses stir, She hears the nations calling her,          "France, France, France!"          Thou people of the lifted lance, Forbear her tears, forbear her blood: Roll back, roll back, thy whelming flood,          Back from France.          Eye not her loveliness askance, Forge not for her a galling chain; Leave her at peace to bloom again,          Vine-clad France.          A time there is for change and chance, A time for passing of the cup: And One abides can yet bind up          Broken France.          A time there is for change and chance: Who next shall drink the trembling cup, Wring out its dregs and suck them up          After France?

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  • Christina Rossetti