Uncollected Poems of James Russell Lowell

Lowell, James Russell (1819-1891)

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I might,—but I'm like one who turns a glass
Among those heavenly melodists the stars,

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Nor knows while o'er his raptured gaze they pass,
Wheeling and turning in their golden cars,
Which fairest one to single from the mass,
Minerva, Venus, Juno, Vesta, Mars,
So lovely are they all to gaze upon,
Sweet, modest shunners of the garish sun.

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