O sailor, come ashore,
What have you brought for me?
Red coral, white coral,
Coral from the sea.
I did not dig it from the ground,
Nor pluck it from a tree;
Feeble insects made it
In the stormy sea.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Advent
- If A Pig Wore A Wig
- Blind From My Birth
- All The Bells Were Ringing
- The Dear Old Woman In The Lane