  Lady! I thank thee that I here may wreathe My name with many whom thou lovest well; Though not in 'words that burn, or thoughts that breathe,' Can I the wishes of my bosom tell: But there is nothing I need ask for thee, Of aught to maiden's heart most deeply dear; Yet there is one thing I need wish for me— It is, to keep my memory fadeless here. This much I know thou wilt to me accord, Although I give thy clustering hair no flattering word, Nor praise the flashing of thy clear, dark eye, (Though praise them as I might, I should not lie;) Here then I leave these wishes of my heart— May I be unforgot, and thou just such as now thou art! G. P. T. |
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