I have a little husband
And he is gone to sea,
The winds that whistle round his ship
Fly home to me.
The winds that sigh about me
Return again to him;
So I would fly, if only I
Were light of limb.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Angels At The Foot
- Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed
- Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush
- Song Iii
- Song Ii