Everything that is born must die; Everything that can sigh may sing; Rocks in equal balance, low or high, Everything. Honeycomb is weighed against a sting; Hope and fear take turns to touch the sky; Height and depth respond alternating. O my soul, spread wings of love to fly, Wings of dove that soars on home-bound wing: Love trusts Love, till Love shall justify Everything.
This untitled poem was originally published in Time Flies: A Reading Diary (SPCK, 1885) and appears in The Complete Poems by Christina Rossetti (Penguin, 2001). It is in the public domain.