POEM OF THE DAY: I Watched a Rosebud

by Christina Rossetti (1830 – 1894).

 

I Watched a Rosebud

 

I watched a rosebud very long

Brought on by dew and sun and shower,

Waiting to see the perfect flower:

Then, when I thought it should be strong,

It opened at the matin hour                                                  5

And fell at evensong.

 

I watched a nest from day to day,

A green nest full of pleasant shade,

Wherein three speckled eggs were laid:

But when they should have hatched in May,                   10

The two old birds had grown afraid

Or tired, and flew away.

 

Then in my wrath I broke the bough

That I had tended so with care,

Hoping its scent should fill the air;                                     15

I crushed the eggs, not heeding how

Their ancient promise had been fair:

I would have vengeance now.

 

But the dead branch spoke from the sod,

And the eggs answered me again:                                    20

Because we failed dost thou complain?

Is thy wrath just? And what if God,

Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,

Should also take the rod?

 

Notes:

http://www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/british_poets/rossetti/

http://www.usp.nus.edu.sg/victorian/authors/crossetti/index.html