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  • bir christina rossetti şiiri.
    (bkz: christina rossetti)

    where sunless rivers weep
    their waves into the deep,
    she sleeps a charmed sleep:
    awake her not.
    led by a single star,
    she came from very far
    to seek where shadows are
    her pleasant lot.

    she left the rosy morn,
    she left the fields of corn,
    for twilight cold and lorn
    and water springs.
    through sleep, as through a veil,
    she sees the sky look pale,
    and hears the nightingale
    that sadly sings.

    rest, rest, a perfect rest
    shed over brow and breast;
    her face is toward the west,
    the purple land.
    she cannot see the grain
    ripening on hill and plain;
    she cannot feel the rain
    upon her hand.

    rest, rest, for evermore
    upon a mossy shore;
    rest, rest at the heart's core
    till time shall cease:
    sleep that no pain shall wake;
    night that no morn shall break
    till joy shall overtake
    her perfect peace.