 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
THE REFUSAL.
No, dearest one, not mine the hand
To bind thy free and tameless heart
In fetters which thou canst not break
When changeful fancy bids us part.
Be it my task alone to bear
The daily strengthening chain,
And thou mayst wreathe its links with flowers,
But never share its pain.
To bind thy free and tameless heart
In fetters which thou canst not break
When changeful fancy bids us part.
Be it my task alone to bear
The daily strengthening chain,
And thou mayst wreathe its links with flowers,
But never share its pain.
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The slender fibre which unites
The young peach blossom to the bough,
Is not more fragile than the tie
That binds our hearts together now;
Yet better to be thus, for when
The tempest comes,—as come it will,—
It can but rend the fading flower,
The branch may flourish still.
The young peach blossom to the bough,
Is not more fragile than the tie
That binds our hearts together now;
Yet better to be thus, for when
The tempest comes,—as come it will,—
It can but rend the fading flower,
The branch may flourish still.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |