Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

Appreciation

TO the sea-shell’s spiral round
’T is your heart that brings the sound:
The soft sea-murmurs that you hear
Within, are captured from your ear.

You do poets and their song        
A grievous wrong,
If your own soul does not bring
To their high imagining
As much beauty as they sing. 

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

Ella Wilcox Appreciation ("They prize not most the opulence of June")

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