Nature
My Mouse
From New Poems (1896)
Nature
A Venus seems my Mouse
Come safe ashore from foaming seas,
Which in a small way and at ease
Keeps house.
An Iris seems my Mouse,
Bright bow of that exhausted shower
Which made a world of sweet herbs flower
And boughs.
A darling Mouse it is: --
Part hope not likely to take wing,
Part memory, part anything
You please.
Venus-cum-Iris Mouse,
From shifting tides set safe apart,
In no mere bottle, in my heart
Keep house.
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MLA
Rossetti, Christina. “My Mouse.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/533/.
Chicago
Rossetti, Christina. “My Mouse.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/rossetti_c/533/.
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