Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN, by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING


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First Line: What time I lay these rhymes anear thy feet
Last Line: To preach a sermon on so known a text!
Subject(s): Mitford, Mary Russell (1787-1855)


WHAT time I lay these rhymes anear thy feet,
Benignant friend, I will not proudly say
As better poets use, 'These flowers I lay,'
Because I would not wrong thy roses sweet,
Blaspheming so their name. And yet, repeat
Thou, overleaning them this springtime day,
With heart as open to love as theirs to May,
-- 'Low - rooted verse may reach some heavenly heat,
Even like my blossoms, if as nature-true
Though not as precious.' Thou art unper-plext --
Dear friend, in whose dear writings drops the dew
And blow the natural airs, -- thou, who art next
To nature's self in cheering the world's view, --
To preach a sermon on so known a text!





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