Poem of the Week 83


Christina Rossetti




In spring time when the leaves are young,

Clear dewdrops gleam like jewels, hung

On boughs the fair birds roost among.


When summer comes with sweet unrest,

Birds weary of their mother’s breast,

And look abroad and leave the nest.


In autumn ere the waters freeze,

The swallows fly across the seas: —

If we could fly away with these!


In winter when the birds are gone,

The sun himself looks starved and wan,

And starved the snow he shines upon.


Poem of theWeek 46

The Rainbow

Christina Rossetti


Boats sail on the rivers,

And ships sail on the seas;

But clouds that sail across the sky

Are prettier than these.

There are bridges on the rivers,

As pretty as you please;

But the bow that bridges heaven,

And overtops the trees,

And builds a road from earth to sky,

Is prettier far than these.