Poems (Botta)/To a Poet's Wife

by Anne Lynch Botta

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TO A POET’S WIFE.

She, who in lonely pride may wear
 The laurel on her brow,
And sit beneath its chilling shade,
 Is far less blest than thou.

A higher happiness is thine,
 To hear the voice of Fame
Re-echo in her silver tones,
 The one beloved name.