Poem by Christina Georgina Rosetti (1830-1894)


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A Bird Song


    It's a year almost that I have not seen her:
    Oh, last summer green things were greener,
    Brambles fewer, the blue sky bluer.

    It's surely summer, for there's a swallow:
    Come one swallow, his mate will follow,
    The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken.

    Oh happy swallow whose mate will follow
    O'er height, o'er hollow! I'd be a swallow,
    To build this weather one nest together.


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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
I confess: Not my cup of tea - but each to his own. Maybe it is because of my mood thst this fails to resonate. It is a shame really because I am always cognoscente of how much of themselves poets and other writers put into their work. But as someone famous once said: You can't please all of the people....