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TO HELEN
WITH A SMALL CANDLESTICK, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
If, wandering in a wizard's car
Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
A taper for my Helen's table,—
Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
A taper for my Helen's table,—
“What then?” she asks me with a laugh;—
Why then, with all Heaven's lustre glowing
It would not gild her path with half
The light her love o'er mine is throwing!
Why then, with all Heaven's lustre glowing
It would not gild her path with half
The light her love o'er mine is throwing!
February 12, 1838.
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