There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Wintry boughs against a wintry sky;
  Yet the sky is partly blue
    And the clouds are partly bright:—
Who can tell but sap is mounting high
  Out of sight,
Ready to burst through?

Winter is the mother-nurse of Spring,
  Lovely for her daughter’s sake,
    Not unlovely for her own :
For a future buds in everything;
  Grown, or blown,
Or about to break.

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• Christina Georgina Rossetti : The Three Enemies: 01 - The Flesh
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : The Three Enemies
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : The Thread Of Life
• Christina Georgina Rossetti : The Rose
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