Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

A Petition

To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse—all else withhold—
That I may not write verse when I am old.

And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.

1. The Undiscovered Country
2. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
3. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
4. Palabras Cariñosas
5. Quatrains

Amy Lowell (Эми Лоуэлл) A Petition ("I pray to be the tool which to your hand")

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