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We pull back the veil and see her, waiting to be seen. Is she sad, is she thinking? Is she just another reflection of all the things that our expectations want her to be? Do we want to see behind the frame? Or would we rather keep the pretty façade up and untouched?

Passing and Glassing

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)

All things that pass

Are woman’s looking-glass;

They show her how her bloom must fade,

And she herself be laid

With wither’d roses in the shade;

With wither’d roses and the fallen peach,

Unlovely, out of reach

Of summer joy that was.

All things that pass

Are woman’s tiring-glass;

The faded lavender is sweet,

Sweet the dead violet

Cull’d and laid by and car’d for yet;

The dried-up violets and dried lavender

Still sweet, may comfort her,

Nor need she cry Alas!

All things that pass

Are wisdom’s looking-glass;

Being full of hope and fear, and still

Brimful of good or ill,

According to our work and will;

For there is nothing new beneath the sun;

Our doings have been done,

And that which shall be was.

Description

We pull back the veil and see her, waiting to be seen. Is she sad, is she thinking? Is she just another reflection of all the things that our expectations want her to be? Do we want to see behind the frame? Or would we rather keep the pretty façade up and untouched?

Passing and Glassing

Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830–1894)

All things that pass

Are woman’s looking-glass;

They show her how her bloom must fade,

And she herself be laid

With wither’d roses in the shade;

With wither’d roses and the fallen peach,

Unlovely, out of reach

Of summer joy that was.

All things that pass

Are woman’s tiring-glass;

The faded lavender is sweet,

Sweet the dead violet

Cull’d and laid by and car’d for yet;

The dried-up violets and dried lavender

Still sweet, may comfort her,

Nor need she cry Alas!

All things that pass

Are wisdom’s looking-glass;

Being full of hope and fear, and still

Brimful of good or ill,

According to our work and will;

For there is nothing new beneath the sun;

Our doings have been done,

And that which shall be was.