Friday, November 27, 2015

Her Gift



She gave me a sweet little poem,
     Which breathed of a love most strong
For the soul of the maiden who wrote it
     Had poured itself into the song.

She gave me a sweet little poem,
     The innocent, dear little elf;
Tho’ I treasure the verses immensely,
     I would that the gift were herself.



Nov. 27, ‘99



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