#christina rossetti
Little book haul, got them all for £6 at the very well stocked charity shop nearby
I’ve read The Western Wind before but it’s so great I wanted to own a copy- it’s kind of a mystery but set in a 15th century village. So well researched, there’s no feeling of getting a history lesson, you just live the story through the villagers and end up understanding so much about what it might have been like to be alive then.
Illustrations by Florence Susan Harrison and Kinuko Y. Craft
SHE SAT AND SANG
She sat and sangalway
By the green margin of a stream,
Watching the fishes leap and play
Beneath the glad sunbeam.
I sat and weptalway
Beneath the moon’s most shadowy beam,
Watching the blossoms of the May
Weep leaves into the stream.
I wept for memory;
She sang for hope that is so fair:
My tears were swallowed by the sea;
Her songs died in the air.
~ Christina Rossetti, (1830 - 1894)
“She Sat and Sang” is reprinted from Goblin Market, The Prince’s Progress and Other Poems. Christina Rosetti. London: Macmillan 1879.
King & Queen of Mirkwood
“Golden head by golden head,
Like two pigeons in one nest
Folded in each other’s wings,
They lay down in their curtained bed:
Like two blossoms on one stem,
Like two flakes of new-fall'n snow,
Like two wands of ivory
Tipped with gold for awful kings.
Moon and stars gazed in at them,
Wind sang to them lullaby,
Lumbering owls forbore to fly,
Not a bat flapped to and fro
Round their rest:
Cheek to cheek and breast to breast
Locked together in one nest.”—christina rossetti, excerpt from “the goblin market”
goblin market illustration by kinuko y. craft .