• My life is like a faded leaf,
    My harvest dwindled to a husk:
    Truly my life is void and brief
    And tedious in the barren dusk;
    My life is like a frozen thing,
    No bud nor greenness can I see:
    Yet rise it shall - the sap of Spring;
    O Jesus, rise in me.

    Christina Rossetti, C.H. Sisson (2014). “Selected Poems”, p.64, Routledge