Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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. Identity
2. Sestet
3. On Reading William Watson's Sonnet Entitled The Purple East
4. I'll Not Confer with Sorrow
5. L'Eau Dormante

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

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