 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
SONNET.—SWEET LADY, IN THE NAME OF ONE!
Sweet lady, in the name of one no more,Both of us loved, and neither shall forget,
Make me thy brother, though our hearts before,
Perchance, have never in communion met!
Give me thy gentle memories, though there be
Betwixt our forms some thousand miles of sea,
Wild tract and tangled forest! Let me still,
Whate'er the joy that cheers me, or the thrill
That tortures, and from which I may not flee,
Hold a sweet, sacred place within thy breast!
In this my spirit shall be more than blest;
And in my prayers—if haply prayer of mine
Be not a wrong unto a soul like thine—
There shall be blessings from the skies for thee!
| Areytos or songs and ballads of the South | |