Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti

Dead In The Cold, A Song-Singing Thrush

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Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush,
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, -
Weave him a coffin of rush,
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow,
Raise him a tombstone of snow.

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