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Asks She My Name
Asks she my name, with hers to rest,
Among the blessing and the blest,
In these her pages of the heart?
There needs no second call—I come,
Be this my autographic home,
My name no more in blight or bloom,
From hers to part.
Among the blessing and the blest,
In these her pages of the heart?
There needs no second call—I come,
Be this my autographic home,
My name no more in blight or bloom,
From hers to part.
Lady of England! for her cheek's
Bright rose her island birth place speaks,
Her cradle clime of smiles and tears;
Not in this sunset land of mine
Are poets born like hers, divine,
Their fame her pride, their graves her shrine
A thousand years.
Bright rose her island birth place speaks,
Her cradle clime of smiles and tears;
Not in this sunset land of mine
Are poets born like hers, divine,
Their fame her pride, their graves her shrine
A thousand years.
Yet, though the song-bird of an hour,
I win not with a poet's power
A couch in fame's sepulchral hall,
A nation's anthem, proud and solemn,
Or breathing bust, or storied column
I've won this leaf in beauty's volume
Well worth them all.
I win not with a poet's power
A couch in fame's sepulchral hall,
A nation's anthem, proud and solemn,
Or breathing bust, or storied column
I've won this leaf in beauty's volume
Well worth them all.
Fitz-Greene Halleck
New York Dec. 28, 1829.
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