 | Poems by Edward C. Pinkney |  |
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DEDICATION.
Sweet Promiser!—If now to thee(No halcyon on the wintry sea
Of troubled feeling yet)
I dedicate this idle rhyme,
Woven to cheer the laggard time,
Though wisdom would forget;
Learn that when as a funeral train
The mournful moments crossed my brain,
I could not but remember hours,
Which wore bright coronals of flowers,
And came successively to me,
Like notes of heart-felt melody.
Learn further, that with these was shown
A phantom fairer far—thine own—
An apparition none can know,
Or guess of, saving only thou.
As for this story of an age
That saw life fanciful as dreams,
Thy gem-like eye will scan its page;
And if, with sounds of sleepy streams,
Thy voice make music of my lays—
Could they obtain a dearer praise?
| Poems by Edward C. Pinkney | |