 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
81
SONNET
FOR AN ALBUM
Lady! I've turned these pages o'er and o'er,Rejoiced to see the many tributes given,
To one who would be innocent in heaven—
Ah! might I dare to add one tribute more!
Cold hearts may notice here imperfect lines,
But I would sooner criticise a dream—
For while affection constitutes the theme,
Flowers have no leaves inscribed with fairer signs.
Therefore I say—well pleased I read how love
Hath glorified the pages of thy book,
With meanings sweeter than thy last sweet look,
And passionate as pure—so may thy worth
Always receive its recompense on earth—
God will ensure its recompense above.
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