Passing away, saith the World, passing away:Changes, beauty, and youth, sapped day by day:Thy life never continueth in one stay.Is the eye waxen dim, is the dark hair changing to greyThat hath won neither laurel nor bay?I shall clothe myself in Spring and bud in May:Thou, root-stricken, shalt not rebuild thy decayOn my bosom forContinue reading “Passing Away by Christina Rossetti”