What's in a Name?
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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In all-lack Winter,
Superabound.
Beside our splinter
When we are old,
Yet all the same
Brings almost everything
Than any its fellow season?
Can't last for ever!
To-day, to-morrow, the sun will shine;
To leave us in chilly need
Ringing the bells
It may spare a foot from its name
Which others have sung,
Singing the song
Which others have rung,--
Good-bye!
Long ago.
Sunshine and musical sound,
Over which we dream or sing
But surely it hoards such wealth
Snow in sky and snow on ground.
While we likewise flag;
Soft-named Summer,
We huddle and shiver
Dull of sense and of sound,
There may be some other reason,
It silences many singers;
Even so!
Or sigh;
Most welcome comer,
Winter and cold
Yet hasten at speed
We ourselves, who else?
But then Summer wends its way,
Its slow days drag,
Why has Spring one syllable less
To-morrow,--to-day,--
Of happiness, hope and health,
Autumn,--the slow name lingers,
And I'm merely making a guess;
We ourselves long
For Winter to strip indeed.
But some still are young,
Of crackling pine,