A Better Resurrection
Christina Rossetti
1830 to 1894
Track 1
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.
Easy Mode - Auto check enabled
My heart within me like a stone
My life is like a broken bowl,
Truly my life is void and brief
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
A broken bowl that cannot hold
O Jesus, rise in me.
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, quicken me.
I have no wit, no words, no tears;
O Jesus, drink of me.
One drop of water for my soul
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Melt and remould it, till it be
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like a frozen thing,
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
My life is in the falling leaf:
My life is like a faded leaf,
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
And tedious in the barren dusk;
A royal cup for Him, my King: