Goblin Market, and other poems, by Christina Rossetti

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I watched a rosebud very long

    Brought on by dew and sun and shower,

    Waiting to see the perfect flower:

Then, when I thought it should be strong,

    It opened at the matin hour

And fell at evensong.

I watched a nest from day to day,

    A green nest full of pleasant shade,

    Wherein three speckled eggs were laid:

But when they should have hatched in May,

    The two old birds had grown afraid

Or tired, and flew away.

Then in my wrath I broke the bough

    That I had tended so with care,

    Hoping its scent should fill the air;

I crushed the eggs, not heeding how

    Their ancient promise had been fair:

I would have vengeance now.

But the dead branch spoke from the sod,

    And the eggs answered me again:

    Because we failed dost thou complain?

Is thy wrath just? And what if God,

    Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,

Should also take the rod?

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