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Henry Timrod (Генри Тимрод)


Sonnets. 10. Were I the Poet-Laureate of the Fairies


(Written on a very small sheet of note-paper)

Were I the poet-laureate of the fairies,
Who in a rose-leaf finds too broad a page;
Or could I, like your beautiful canaries,
Sing with free heart and happy, in a cage;
Perhaps I might within this little space
(As in some Eastern tale, by magic power,
A giant is imprisoned in a flower)
Have told you something with a poet's grace.
But I need wider limits, ampler scope,
A world of freedom for a world of passion,
And even then, the glory of my hope
Would not be uttered in its stateliest fashion;
Yet, lady, when fit language shall have told it,
You'll find one little heart enough to hold it!



Henry Timrod's other poems:
  1. Sonnets. 12. What Gossamer Lures Thee Now? What Hope, What Name
  2. Hymn Sung at the Consecration of Magnolia Cemetery, Charleston, S.C.
  3. Sonnets. 6. I Scarcely Grieve, O Nature! at the Lot
  4. Sonnets. 14. Are These Wild Thoughts, Thus Fettered in My Rhymes
  5. Sonnets. 4. They Dub Thee Idler, Smiling Sneeringly


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