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





