Notes
Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old familiar love.
—Christina Rossetti, The Convent Threshold
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Look up, rise up: for far above
Our palms are grown, our place is set;
There we shall meet as once we met,
And love with old familiar love.
—Christina Rossetti, The Convent Threshold
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