Poem: “Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose”
by Christina Rossetti
Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose Herself a rose, who bore the Rose, She bore the Rose and felt its thorn. All loveliness new-born Took on her bosom its repose, And slept and woke there night and morn. Lily herself, she bore the one Fair Lily; sweeter, whiter, far Than she or others are: […]