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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Blind From my Birth

Blind from my birth,
Where flowers are springing
I sit on earth
All dark.
Hark! hark!
A lark is singing.
His notes are all for me,
For me his mirth: —
Till some day I shall see
Beautiful flowers
And birds in bowers
Where all Joy Bells are ringing.

#English #Victorians #Women

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