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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required ("Puisqu'ici-bas tout âme.") {XL, May 19, 1836.} Since everything below, Doth, in this mortal state, Its tone, its fragrance, or its glow Communicate; Since all that lives and moves Upon the earth, bestows On what it seeks and what it loves Its thorn or rose; Since April to the trees Gives a bewitching sound, And sombre night to grief gives ease, And peace profound; Since day-spring on the flower A fresh'ning drop confers, And the fresh air on branch and bower Its choristers; Since the dark wave bestows A soft caress, imprest On the green bank to which it goes Seeking its rest; I give thee at this hour, Thus fondly bent o'er thee, The best of all the things in dow'r That in me be. Receive,-poor gift, 'tis true, Which grief, not joy, endears,— My thoughts, that like a shower of dew, Reach thee in tears. My vows untold receive, All pure before thee laid; Receive of all the days I live The light or shade! My hours with rapture fill'd, Which no suspicion wrongs; And all the blandishments distill'd From all my songs. My spirit, whose essay Flies fearless, wild, and free, And hath, and seeks, to guide its way No star but thee. No pensive, dreamy Muse, Who, though all else should smile, Oft as thou weep'st, with thee would choose, To weep the while. Oh, sweetest mine! this gift Receive;—'tis throe alone;— My heart, of which there's nothing left When Love is gone! Fraser's Magazine.
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