Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Christina RossettiThe loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
Christina RossettiTrust me, I have not earned your dear rebuke, I love, as you would have me, God the most; Would lose not Him, but you, must one be lost, Nor with Lot's wife cast back a faithless look Unready to forego what I forsook; This say I, having counted up the cost, This, tho' I be the feeblest of God's host, The sorriest sheep Christ shepherds with His crook. Yet while I love my God the most, I deem That I can never love you overmuch; I love Him more, so let me love you too; Yea, as I apprehend it, love is such I cannot love you if I love not Him. I cannot love Him if I love not you.
Christina RossettiO passing angel, speed me with a song, a melody of heaven to reach my heart and rouse me to the race and make me strong.
Christina Rossetti