Rosy maiden Winifred, <br />With a milkpail on her head, <br />Tripping through the corn, <br />While the dew lies on the wheat <br />In the sunny morn. <br />Scarlet shepherd's-weatherglass <br />Spreads wide open at her feet <br />As they pass; <br />Cornflowers give their almond smell <br />While she brushes by, <br />And a lark sings from the sky <br />‘All is well.’<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosy-maiden-winifred/
