A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose,
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melodie,
That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

About Christina Rossetti

English poet of the Pre-Raphaelite movement. Known for "Goblin Market" and devotional verse of exquisite craftsmanship.

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