A review by urwa
Christina Rossetti: Selected Poems by Christina Rossetti

4.0

i cannot tell you how it was,
but this i know: it came to pass
upon a bright and sunny day
when may was young; ah, pleasant may!
as yet the poppies were not born
between the blades of tender corn;
the last egg had not hatched as yet,
nor any bird foregone its mate.

i cannot tell you what it was,
but this i know: it did but pass.
it passed away with sunny may,
like all sweet things it passed away,
and left me old, and cold, and gray.