I do not look for love that is a dream—
I only seek for courage to be still;
To bear my grief with an unbending will,
And when I am a-weary not to seem.
Let the round world roll on; let the sun beam;
Let the wind blow, and let the rivers fill
The everlasting sea, and on the hill
The palms almost touch heaven, as children deem.
And, though young spring and summer pass away,
And autumn and cold winter come again,
And though my soul, being tired of its pain,
Pass from the ancient earth, and though my clay
Return to dust, my tongue shall not complain;—
No man shall mock me after this my day.
This poem is in the public domain.
About this Poem
“Lady Montrevor” was published in New Poems by Christina Rossetti, Hitherto Unpublished or Uncollected (Macmillan and Co., 1896).
Born in 1830 in London, Christina Rossetti, the author of Goblin Market and Other Poems, is a major Victorian Poet.
Date Published: 2017-08-06
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/lady-montrevor