Poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Death of a Wombat

I never reared a young Wombat
To glad me with his pin-hole eye,
But when he most was sweet & fat
And tail-less; he was sure to die! 

1. Returning To Brussels
2. The House of Life. Sonnet 82. Hoarded Joy
3. A Bitter Song to His Lady
4. The House of Life. Sonnet 89. The Trees of the Garden
5. Sunset Wings

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