There is a Budding Morrow in Midnight
Christina RossettiWintry boughs against a wintry sky;
Yet the sky is partly blue
And the clouds are partly bright: —
Who can tell but sap is mounting high
Out of sight,
Ready to burst through?Winter is the mother-nurse of Spring,
Lovely for her daughter's sake,
Not unlovely for her own :
For a future buds in everything;
Grown, or blown,
Or about to break.
Christina RossettiWintry boughs against a wintry sky;
Yet the sky is partly blueAnd the clouds are partly bright: —Who can tell but sap is mounting high
Out of sight,Ready to burst through?Winter is the mother-nurse of Spring,
Lovely for her daughter's sake,Not unlovely for her own :For a future buds in everything;
Grown, or blown,Or about to break.