Three Poems by Christina Rossetti
Natasha reads three short and lovely poems by the Victorian poet, Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894) .
Is The Moon Tired?
Is the moon tired? she looks so pale Within her misty veil: She scales the sky from east to west, And takes no rest.
Before the coming of the night The moon shows papery white; Before the dawning of the day She fades away.
Caterpillar
Brown and furry Caterpillar in a hurry, Take your walk To the shady leaf, or stalk, Or what not, Which may be the chosen spot. No toad spy you, Hovering bird of prey pass by you; Spin and die, To live again a butterfly.
A Birthday
A Birthday
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.