Harriette Taylor Treadwell

Group of Christina G. Rossetti's Poems


[Illustration]

The Caterpillar

[51]

Brown and furry

Caterpillar in a hurry;

Take your walk

To the shady leaf, or stalk.


May no toad spy you,

May the little birds pass by you;

Spin and die,

To live again a butterfly.


— Christina G. Rossetti

Mix a Pancake

[52]

Mix a pancake,

Stir a pancake,

Pop it in the pan.


Fry a pancake,

Toss a pancake,

Catch it if you can.


— Christina G. Rossetti

If a Pig Wore a Wig

If a pig wore a wig

What could we say?

Treat him as a gentleman

And say, "Good day."


If his tail chanced to fail,

What could we do?

Send for a tailoress

To get one new.


— Christina G. Rossetti


[Illustration]

A Frisky Lamb

[53]

A frisky lamb

And a frisky child,

Playing their pranks

In a cowslip meadow:

The sky all blue

And the air all mild,

And the fields all sun

And the lanes half shadow.


— Christina G. Rossetti

What They Do

[54]

What does the bee do?

Bring home honey.

What does Father do?

Bring home money.

And what does Mother do?

Lay out the money.

And what does Baby do?

Eat up the honey.


— Christina G. Rossetti

The Lambkins

On the grassy banks,

Lambkins at their pranks;

Woolly sisters, woolly brothers

Jumping off their feet,

While their woolly mothers

Watch by them and bleat.


— Christina G. Rossetti


[Illustration]

The Broken Doll

[55]

All the bells were ringing,

All the birds were singing,

When Molly sat down crying

For her broken doll.


O you silly Moll!

Sobbing and sighing

For a broken doll,

When all the bells are ringing,

And all the birds are singing.


— Christina G. Rossetti

The Stars

[55]

What do the stars do

Up in the sky,

Higher than the wind can blow,

Or the clouds can fly?


— Christina G. Rossetti

Wrens and Robins

Wrens and robins in the hedge,

Wrens and robins here and there;

Building, perching, pecking, fluttering

Everywhere!


— Christina G. Rossetti

Sun-Loving Swallow

Fly away, fly away over the sea,

Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done;

Come again, come again, come back to me,

Bringing the summer and bringing the sun.


— Christina G. Rossetti