English poem

A Dialogue

DAHLIA. My cup already doth with light o'errun. Descend, fair sun; I am all crimsoned for the bridal hour, Come to thy flower. THE SUN. Ah, if I pause, my work will not be done, On I must run, The mountains wait.—I love thee, lustrous flower, But give to love no hour.

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Lines
Sistrum.[48]
Thoughts
To A Golden Heart Worn Round The Neck.[44]
To Be Sung To The Tune Of "The Bonny Boat."
To Miss R. B.[47]
Trenton Falls, (Afternoon.)

All 9 poems by Margaret Fuller