 | The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
APPRECIATION
To the sea-shell's spiral round
'T is your heart that brings the sound:
The soft sea-murmurs that you hear
Within, are captured from your ear.
'T is your heart that brings the sound:
The soft sea-murmurs that you hear
Within, are captured from your ear.
You do poets and their song
A grievous wrong,
If your own soul does not bring
To their high imagining
As much beauty as they sing.
A grievous wrong,
If your own soul does not bring
To their high imagining
As much beauty as they sing.
| The poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich | |