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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti

Brown and Furry

Brown and furry
Caterpillar in a hurry,
Take your walk
To the shady leaf, or stalk,
Or what not,
Which may be the chosen spot.
No toad spy you,
Hovering bird of prey pass by you;
Spin and die,
To live again a butterfly.

#English #Victorians #Women #XIXCentury

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