Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk
White as swansdown and smooth as silk,
Fresh as dew and pure as snow:
For I know where the cowslips blow,
And you shall have a cowslip wreath
No sweeter scented than your breath.
Brownie, Brownie, Let Down Your Milk
written byChristina Georgina Rossetti
© Christina Georgina Rossetti