Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
More verses by Christina Georgina Rossetti
- A Better Ressurection
- From Sunset To Star Rise
- A Daughter Of Eve
- A Birthday
- When I Am Dead, My Dearest