The Plague Christina Rossetti
"The Plague" by Christina Rossetti is a poignant exploration of despair and the inevitability of death. The lyrics convey themes of loss, mortality, and the emotional turmoil caused by illness. The song features haunting melodies and introspective lyrics. Released in the 19th century, it remains significant in discussions of Victorian literature. #Poetry
Listen, the last stroke of death's noon has
struck—
The plague is come," a gnashing Madman said,
And laid him down straightway upon his bed.
His writhed hands did at the linen pluck ;
Then all is over. With a careless chuck
Among his fellows he is cast. How sped
His spirit matters little : many dead
Make men hard-hearted. — '' Place him on the truck.
Go forth into the burial-ground and find
Room at so much a pitful for so many.
One thing is to be done ; one thing is clear :
Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind,
That it infect not thee." Say, is there any
Avho mourneth for the multitude dead here ?
struck—
The plague is come," a gnashing Madman said,
And laid him down straightway upon his bed.
His writhed hands did at the linen pluck ;
Then all is over. With a careless chuck
Among his fellows he is cast. How sped
His spirit matters little : many dead
Make men hard-hearted. — '' Place him on the truck.
Go forth into the burial-ground and find
Room at so much a pitful for so many.
One thing is to be done ; one thing is clear :
Keep thou back from the hot unwholesome wind,
That it infect not thee." Say, is there any
Avho mourneth for the multitude dead here ?
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