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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Oh, Fair to See

Oh, fair to see
Blossom—laden cherry tree,
Arrayed in sunny white;
An April day’s delight,
Oh, fair to see!
Oh, fair to see
Fruit—laden cherry tree,
With balls of shining red
Decking a leafy head,
Oh, fair to see!

#English #Victorians #Women #XIXCentury

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