The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
For hours and hours lark after lark
Trills out his song.
The summer days are short
Where southern nights are long:
Yet short the night when nightingales
Trill out their song.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- The Lily Has A Smooth Stalk
- When A Mounting Skylark Sings
- When The Cows Come Home The Milk Is Coming
- The Peacock Has A Score Of Eyes
- What Do The Stars Do