Living
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire
From Sing-Song (1872/1893)
Living
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire:
Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of
fire.
Cite this poem
MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/53/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/53/.
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