A blupete Poetry pick

"WE WHO SHALL MEET AGAIN"

Oh tell me once and tell me twice

And tell me thrice to make it plain,
When we who part this weary day,
When we who part shall meet again.

When windflowers blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain
Then we who part this weary day,
Then you and I shall meet again.

Yet tell me once before we part,
Why need we part who part in pain?
If flowers must blossom on the sea,
Why, we shall never meet again.

My cheeks are paler than a rose,
My tears are salter than the main,
My heart is like a lump of ice
If we must never meet again.

Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,
And live or die, for all's in vain;
For life's in vain since we must part,
And parting must not meet again.

Till windflowers blossom on the sea
And fishes skim along the plain;
Pale rose of roses, let me be,-
Your breaking heart breaks mine again.

By Christina Rossetti (1830-1894).
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