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To E. P. B. Post by :smoore Category :Poems Author :Leigh Gordon Giltner Date :September 2011 Read :3134

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To E. P. B.

Imperial as that famed Elizabeth
Before whose feet a knight his cloak cast down--
A sovereign--altho' thine only crown
Love's roses 'twine for thee, Elizabeth.

Ah, maiden sweeter than morn's nectared breath,
Across thy path no regal robe I fling--
Only a living, loving heart I bring
To lay at thy dear feet, Elizabeth.

(The end)
Leigh Gordon Giltner's poem: To E. P. B.

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