Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

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The summer nights are short
Where northern days are long:
For hours and hours lark after lark
Trills out his song.
The summer days are short
Where southern nights are long:
Yet short the night when nightingales
Trill out their song. 

1. Three Little Children
2. A Testimony
3. Herself A Rose Who Bore The Rose
4. I Am A King
5. Maiden May

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