Sound Sleep
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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The long strife at length is striven:
There by day the lark is singing
There by night the bat is winging;
Their sound fills her dreams with Heaven:
To her soul at rest and shriven.
Round her rest wild flowers are creeping;
Some are laughing, some are weeping;
Sweetest sweets of Summer's keeping,
Night and morning, noon and even,
Far-off chimes of church-bells ringing.
Through the leaves while evening hushes.
By the cornfields ripe for reaping.
In the west; a fresh wind brushes
The deep rose, and there the thrushes
There are lilies, and there blushes
Sing till latest sunlight flushes
And the grass and weeds are springing:
There the wind is heaping, heaping
Such is the good portion given
She is sleeping, only sleeping.
Till her grave-bands shall be riven
There forever winds are bringing