Desultory Thoughts in London Titus and Gisippus, with Other Poems. By Charles Lloyd |
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DEDICATORY SONNET.
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DEDICATORY SONNET.
TO SOPHIA.
Let it be never said, that I can bringA tuneful trophy, and disloyally
To any one present it but to thee
Who doth inspire me each time that I sing!
Thou art my muse! Nay more, as with a wing
Near me thou hoverest of tranquility,
Making home, home! All that works silently
In me of human comfort, so that spring
(If chance they spring) flowers round my humble path,
All from thee comes! When thou wert far away,
The lays I breath'd all told of grief and scath;
They were but shadows of a better day.—
Me thou refreshest as the earth spring-showers;
Due is the wreath to Her who rais'd its flowers!
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