Edward Cracroft Lefroy: His Life and Poems including a Reprint of Echoes from Theocritus: By Wilfred Austin Gill: With a Critical Estimate of the Sonnets by the late John Addington Symonds |
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XXXVII
FROM ANY POET
O fair and Young, we singers only lift
A mirror to your beauty dimly true,
And what you gave us, that we give to you.
And in returning minimise the gift.
We trifle like an artist brought to view
The nuggets gleaming in a golden drift,
Who, while the busy miners sift and sift,
Will take his idle brush and paint a few.
O Young and Glad, O Shapely, Fair, and Strong,
Yours is the soul of verse to make, not mar!
In you is loveliness: to you belong
Glory and grace: we sing but what you are.
Pleasant the song perchance; but O how far
The beauty sung of doth excel the song!
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