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A Chill

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 field or tree

There might only be

Such a warm soft sleeping-place

Found for me!

Written by
Christina Rossetti
1830-1894 / Female / English
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