by Christina Rossetti I have no wit, no words, no tears;  My heart within me like a stone  Is numb’d too much for hopes or fears;  Look right, look left, I dwell alone;  I lift mine eyes, but dimm’d with grief  No everlasting hills I see;  My life is in the falling leaf:  O Jesus, quicken me.  My life is like a faded leaf,  My harvest dwindled to a husk:  Truly my life is void and brief  And tedious in the barren dusk;  My life is like a frozen thing,  No bud nor greenness can I see:  Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;  ORead More →