A Better Resurrection
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. Take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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No bud nor greenness can I see:
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
One drop of water for my soul
My life is in the falling leaf:
My life is like a broken bowl,
And tedious in the barren dusk;
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a frozen thing,
O Jesus, quicken me.
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Truly my life is void and brief
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A royal cup for Him, my King:
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
No everlasting hills I see;
My heart within me like a stone
A broken bowl that cannot hold
Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, drink of me.
Melt and remould it, till it be