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If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine Post by :digihelen Category :Poems Author :Henry Timrod Date :September 2011 Read :2066

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If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine

If I have graced no single song of mine
With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee;
Thou art my Muse, my "May", my "Madeline":
But "Julia"!--ah! that gentle name to me
Is something far too sacred for the throng
Of worldly listeners 'round me. Yet ev'n now
I weave a chaplet for thy sinless brow;--
Wilt thou not wear it? 'T is a fashionable song,--
I will not say of what,--but on it I
Have wreaked heart, mind, my love, my hopes of fame,
Yet after all it hath no nobler aim
Than thy dear praise. Ere many moons pass by,
When the lost gem is set, the crown complete,
I'll lay a poet's tribute at thy feet.





(The end)
Henry Timrod's poem: If I Have Graced No Single Song Of Mine

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