 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
HERE LET ME WRITE MY NAME
Here let me write my name
As I would write it on thy woman's heart
Not with a pen of flame,
Nor yet with cold and calculating art,
As I would write it on thy woman's heart
Not with a pen of flame,
Nor yet with cold and calculating art,
But with a wish to be
Regarded, howsoe'er thy life shall wend,
Less dear perhaps than many dear to thee
But still a cherished friend.
Regarded, howsoe'er thy life shall wend,
Less dear perhaps than many dear to thee
But still a cherished friend.
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But once mine eyes have gazed in thine,
But once thine eyes have glanced on mine;
Yet, lady! go where'er I will,
I have thy face before me still.
But once thine eyes have glanced on mine;
Yet, lady! go where'er I will,
I have thy face before me still.
Why when the star hath passed away,
The soul should still retain its ray,
I know not who on earth may tell,
Unless she can, who wove the spell.
The soul should still retain its ray,
I know not who on earth may tell,
Unless she can, who wove the spell.
If the brief meeting of a night
Thus stamps thy image on my sight,
I need not ask of maids or men
My fate if we should meet again!
Thus stamps thy image on my sight,
I need not ask of maids or men
My fate if we should meet again!
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