A Ring Upon Her Finger by Christina Georgina Rossetti A ring upon her finger, Walks the bride, With the bridegroom tall and hands At her side. A veil upon her forehead
If by Christina Georgina Rossetti If he would come to—day, to—day, t O, what a day to—day would be! But now he’s away, miles and miles From me across the sea. O little bird, flying, flying, fly
An Emerald Is as Green as Grass by Christina Georgina Rossetti An emerald is as green as grass; A ruby red as blood; A sapphire shines as blue as heave A flint lies in the mud. A diamond is a brilliant stone,