A Chill

Poem By Christina Georgina Rossetti

What can lambkins do
All the keen night through?
Nestle by their woolly mother
The careful ewe.


What can nestlings do
In the nightly dew?
Sleep beneath their mother's wing
Till day breaks anew.


If in a field or tree
There might only be
Such a warm soft sleeping-place
Found for me!

Comments about A Chill

Nature has provided warm and comfortable places for sleep to lambkins and nestlings and the desire for getting such a place is in itself superb. A well deserved classic poem of the Day.
Wonderful poem! Thanks for sharing!
Touching theme expressed in a lyrical way - magical!
Great write indeed. Every one loves a cosy place to sleep really. Very well crafted poem with a smooth flow. Sweet one. Loved it.
Lovely! So delicate and lyrical expression!


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