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. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, quicken me.
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
One drop of water for my soul
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Or cordial in the searching cold;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
My life is like a frozen thing,
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A broken bowl that cannot hold
My heart within me like a stone
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is in the falling leaf:
No bud nor greenness can I see:
No everlasting hills I see;
Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
Truly my life is void and brief
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
My life is like a faded leaf,
O Jesus, drink of me.
I have no wit, no words, no tears;