 | A Wreath of Wild Flowers From New England |  |
TO EMMA A---.
I shall not soon forget thee, with thy dark and flashing eye,
And the pretty little haughty head thou carriest so high,
With thy throat, whose swan-like curve is the loveliest I have seen,
And the spirit and the grace of thy merry maiden-mien.
And the pretty little haughty head thou carriest so high,
With thy throat, whose swan-like curve is the loveliest I have seen,
And the spirit and the grace of thy merry maiden-mien.
I shall not soon forget thee, with thy smile's bewildering charm,
With thy snow-white dimpled hand, and thy softly-rounded arm;
With thy form of fairy moulding, so perfect, yet petite,
And the light and restless movements of thy dainty little feet.
With thy snow-white dimpled hand, and thy softly-rounded arm;
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And the light and restless movements of thy dainty little feet.
I do not think I ever shall forget thee! for thine art
Of bewitching all about thee has entangled half my heart;
I am sure I never shall forget the kind and gentle thought
Which prompted the fair offering those tiny fingers wrought.
Of bewitching all about thee has entangled half my heart;
I am sure I never shall forget the kind and gentle thought
Which prompted the fair offering those tiny fingers wrought.
It is treasured in a memory where friendly deeds of yore
And loving words I've hoarded, as a miser hoards his store;
And when the rosy lustre of thy starlike gift is past,
And the rich, soft gloss upon it now is worn away at last,
The memory of thy kindness shall be fresh and fair as ever,
And bright within my soul shall be the image of the giver!
And loving words I've hoarded, as a miser hoards his store;
And when the rosy lustre of thy starlike gift is past,
And the rich, soft gloss upon it now is worn away at last,
The memory of thy kindness shall be fresh and fair as ever,
And bright within my soul shall be the image of the giver!
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