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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A SONG'S WORTH, by SUSAN MARR SPALDING First Line: I made a song for my dear love's delight Last Line: "he hath his love; but I -- I have my song." | |||
I MADE a song for my dear love's delight; I wrought with all sweet words my heart could lend To longing lips, and thrilled with joy to send The message only love could read aright. He came; and while I trembled in his sight, He kissed my hands and said, "To what sweet end, Unknowing, hast thou wrought, O gentle friend? Singing thy song, I learned to woo, despite My loved one's frown; and now she is my own." Blessing me then, he went his happy way. The whole world sings my song, and I alone Am silent; yet through tears I sometimes say, "To which of us doth greater joy belong? He hath his love; but I -- I have my song." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA'S SPELL by SUSAN MARR SPALDING IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON JEPHTHA'S DAUGHTER by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE IMPERCIPIENT (AT A CATHEDRAL SERVICE) by THOMAS HARDY WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE A TERRE (BEING THE PHILOSOPHY OF MANY SOLDIERS) by WILFRED OWEN A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) |
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