Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. – Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. – Christina Rossetti

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. – Christina Rossetti
Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. – Christina Rossetti
She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth. – Christina Rossetti
Love shall be our token love be yours and love be mine. – Christina Rossetti