I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on. Christina Rossetti dreamslumberwake Change image and share on social
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. Christina Rossetti bowheadpass Change image and share on social
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying. Christina Rossetti diesighsweet Change image and share on social
