Cobwebs by Christina Rossetti

Christina Rossetti, “Cobwebs”

It is a land with neither night nor day,
Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain,
Nor hills nor valleys; but one even plain Stretches thro’ long unbroken miles away:

While thro’ the sluggish air a twilight grey Broodeth; no moons or seasons wax and wane, No ebb and flow are there among the main, No bud-time no leaf-falling there for aye,

No ripple on the sea, no shifting sand,
No beat of wings to stir the stagnant space, And loveless sea: no trace of days before,
No guarded home, no time-worn restingplace No future hope no fear forevermore.


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