Innocent Eyes Not Ours
A poem by Christina Rossetti...
Innocent Eyes Not Ours
Poem
Innocent eyes not ours
Are made to look on flowers,
Eyes of small birds, and insects small;
Morn after summer morn
The sweet rose on her thorn
Opens her bosom to them all.
The last and least of things,
That soar on quivering wings,
Or crawl among the grass blades out of sight,
Have just as clear a right
To their appointed portion of delight
As queens or kings.
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