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TO A POETESS.
A nameless power lives in thy verse,
A gleam of things divine!
And with meek looks and clasped hands
My spirit bows to thine.
A gleam of things divine!
And with meek looks and clasped hands
My spirit bows to thine.
Now beams thy soul-light on the heart,
Like morn-rise, soft and tender;
And now in wild, impassioned fire
Breaks forth with startling splendor.
Like morn-rise, soft and tender;
And now in wild, impassioned fire
Breaks forth with startling splendor.
We say, when gently steal along
Thy light, love-breathing numbers,
That Song's sweet angel whispering bends
Above thy nightly slumbers.
Thy light, love-breathing numbers,
That Song's sweet angel whispering bends
Above thy nightly slumbers.
Anon there peals from out thy lays
A voice so clear and bold,
That we might almost dream thou wert
A prophetess of old.
A voice so clear and bold,
That we might almost dream thou wert
A prophetess of old.
The eye glows with unwonted fire,
The soul's still depths are stirred;
The heart leaps to intenser life
At every burning word!
The soul's still depths are stirred;
The heart leaps to intenser life
At every burning word!
