A daughter's tribute to her mother: Christina Rossetti in her own words to her mother Frances Rossetti (nee Polidori)
Sonnets are full of love, and this our tome
So full of sonnets: so here now shall be
A sonnet and a love - sonnet from me
To my first love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose heart is still my heart’s most quiet home,
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come.
And so because you love me, and because
I love you Mother, i have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honoured name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.
The above was from a two page undated letter by Christina Rossetti to her brother Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Housed and Archived as part of Christina Rossetti's papers at Harry Ransom Center, Austin, Texas.