If the sun could tell us half
That he hears and sees,
Sometimes he would make us laugh,
Sometimes make us cry:
Think of all the birds that make
Homes among the trees;
Think of cruel boys who take
Birds that cannot fly.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Clever Little Willie Wee
- I Planted A Hand
- My Baby Has A Mottled Fist
- Heartsease In My Garden Bed
- By The Waters Of Babylon