This poem is from 'The Poetical Works of Christina Georgina Rossetti,' with a memoir and notes by William Michael Rossetti (1904), page 179. It was written before 1893.
The end of all things is at hand. We all
Stand in the balance trembling as we stand;
Or if not trembling, tottering to a fsll.
The end of all things is at hand.
O hearts of men, covet the unending land!
O hearts of men, covet the musical,
Sweet, never-ending waters of that strand!
While Earth shows poor, a slippery rolling ball,
And Hell looms vast, a gulf unplumbed, unspanned,
And Heaven flings wide its gate to great and small,
The end of all things is at hand.
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