 | East and west : the discovery of America and other poems |  |
[Each solemn sweet truth]
Each solemn sweet truth
Is indited to thee,
Dear playmate of youth,
Who a-perch on my knee
Heard me proudly rehearse—
With a kiss for a dash—
From my first callow verse;—
Heard the far billows plash
To our nest in the East,
Where we learned from the doves
How to chant, like a priest,
At the shrine of our loves.
Is indited to thee,
Dear playmate of youth,
Who a-perch on my knee
Heard me proudly rehearse—
With a kiss for a dash—
From my first callow verse;—
Heard the far billows plash
To our nest in the East,
Where we learned from the doves
How to chant, like a priest,
At the shrine of our loves.
Each dainty light thought
I have written for thee,
O little one brought
Like a pearl from the sea;
Who lay in a basket
Rose-blown to the South,
While rhymes in a casket
Were caught from thy mouth.
Should after-years query,
My laurel of fame
Shall rest with thee, dearie,
Who bearest my name.
I have written for thee,
O little one brought
Like a pearl from the sea;
Who lay in a basket
Rose-blown to the South,
While rhymes in a casket
Were caught from thy mouth.
Should after-years query,
My laurel of fame
Shall rest with thee, dearie,
Who bearest my name.
| East and west : the discovery of America and other poems | |