Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk
White as swansdown and smooth as silk,
Fresh as dew and pure as snow:
For I know where the cowslips blow,
And you shall have a cowslip wreath
No sweeter scented than your breath.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Child's Talk In April
- My Baby Has A Father And A Mother
- Bird Or Beast?
- Bird Raptures
- I Dreamt I Caught A Little Owl