Rossetti, Christina Georgina, 1830-1894, Hughes, Arthur, 1832-1915, ill · London : Macmillan · leaf 36
Hear what the mournful linnets say : We built our nest compact and warm, But cruel boys came round our wayAnd took our summerhouse by storm. They crushed the eggs so neatly laid ; So now we sit with drooping wing,And watch the ruin they have made, Too late to build, too sad to sing. 14 … A babys cradle with no baby in it, A babys grave where autumn leaves drop sere ;The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise, The body waiting here.
Nursery rhymes
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