Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894, Hughes, Arthur, 1832-1915, ill · London : Macmillan · leaf 144
ove or money ;An iris grows so straight and fine,That she shall be no friend of mine ;Snowdrops like the snow would chill me ;Nightshade would caress and kill me ;Crocus like a spear would fright me ;Dragons-mouth might bark or bite me ;Convolvulus but blooms to die ; 121 A wind-flower suggests a… … Is the moon tired ? she looks so paleWithin her misty veil :She scales the sky from east to west,And takes no rest. Before the coming of the nightThe moon shows papery white ;Before the dawning of the dayShe fades away.
Nursery rhymes
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