A Summer Wish Christina Rossetti

Live all thy sweet life through
        Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
When day is bright:
        I fancy thou wast meant
Chiefly to give delight.

Sing in the silent sky,
        Glad soaring bird;
Sing out thy notes on high
To sunbeam straying by
Or passing cloud;
        Heedless if thou art heard
Sing thy full song aloud.

O that it were with me
        As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
        That I might bloom mine hour
A rose in spite of thorns.

O that my work were done
        As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
        I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew.