The Key-Note
Christina RossettiWhere are the songs I used to know,
Where are the notes I used to sing?
I have forgotten everything
I used to know so long ago;
Summer has followed after Spring;
Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere,
I scarcely think a sadder thing
Can be the Winter of my year.Yet Robin sings thro' Winter's rest,
When bushes put their berries on;
While they their ruddy jewels don,
He sings out of a ruddy breast;
The hips and haws and ruddy breast
Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie,
They break and cheer the unlovely rest
Of Winter's pause - and why not I?
Christina RossettiWhere are the songs I used to know,
Where are the notes I used to sing?I have forgotten everythingI used to know so long ago;
Summer has followed after Spring;
Now Autumn is so shrunk and sere,I scarcely think a sadder thing
Can be the Winter of my year.Yet Robin sings thro' Winter's rest,When bushes put their berries on;While they their ruddy jewels don,He sings out of a ruddy breast;
The hips and haws and ruddy breast
Make one spot warm where snowflakes lie,They break and cheer the unlovely rest
Of Winter's pause - and why not I?