And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.

Then, 39 years later, as a grown woman, Rossetti wrote yet another sonnet about her mother, which she included in the preface of her fourth collection of poems, A Pageant and Other Poems.  It is called “Sonnets are full of love”.

Sonnets are full of love, and this my tome
Has many sonnets: so here now shall be
One sonnet more, a love sonnet, from me
To her whose heart is my heart’s quiet home,
To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee
I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome;
Whose service is my special dignity,
And she my loadstar while I go and come
And so because you love me, and because
I love you, Mother, I have woven a wreath
Of rhymes wherewith to crown your honored name:
In you not fourscore years can dim the flame
Of love, whose blessed glow transcends the laws
Of time and change and mortal life and death.

Though Christina’s vocabulary matured and her phrases became more intricate, it is clear that each poem is beautiful in its own right.