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. Latakia
2. Song from the Persian
3. A Petition
4. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet
5. Books and Seasons

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

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