Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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Hear what the mournful linnets say:
‘We built our nest compact and warm,
But cruel boys came round our way
And 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.’ 

1. Three Little Children
2. A Testimony
3. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
4. Maiden May
5. The One Certainty

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