After Death Christina Rossetti The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept And strewn with rushes, rosemary and may Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay, Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept. He leaned above me, thinking that I slept And could not hear him; but I heard him say: “Poor child, poor child:” and as he turned away
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This note was uploaded on 10/18/2010 for the course ENGL 4w taught by Professor Helton during the Spring '10 term at UCLA.