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I Watched a Rosebud

Christina Rosetti (1830-1894)

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 even-song.

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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