Rushes in a watery place,
And reeds in a hollow;
A soaring skylark in the sky,
A darting swallow;
And where pale blossom used to hang
Ripe fruit to follow.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- Song Iv
- To My Mother
- I Have A Little Husband
- Angels At The Foot
- Crimson Curtains Round My Mother's Bed