Religion
Her Seed; It shall bruise thy head
From Verses (1893)
Astonished Heaven looked on when man was made,
When fallen man reproved seemed half forgiven;
Surely that oracle of hope first said,
Astonished Heaven.
Even so while one by one lost souls are shriven,
A mighty multitude of quickened dead;
Christ’s love outnumbering ten times sevenfold seven.
Even so while man still tosses high his head,
While still the All-Holy Spirit’s strife is striven;—
Till one last trump shake earth, and undismayed Astonished Heaven.
Codex Note
Verses (1893), section: Songs for Strangers and Pilgrims.
Cite this poem
MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Her Seed; It shall bruise thy head.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/819/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Her Seed; It shall bruise thy head.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/819/.
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