Author Christina Georgina Rossetti Safe where I cannot lie yet, Safe where I hope to lie too,Safe from the fume and the fret; You, and you,Whom I never forget.Safe from the frost and the snow, Safe from the storm and the sun,Safe where the seeds wait to grow One by oneAnd to come back in blow. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments