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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

A Diamond Or a Coal?

A diamond or a coal?
A diamond, if you please:
Who cares about a clumsy coal
Beneath the summer trees?
A diamond or a coal?
A coal, sir, if you please:
One comes to care about the coal
What time the waters freeze.

#English #Victorians #Women #XIXCentury

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