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CHRISTMAS SONNET TO G. H. B., by             Poet's Biography
First Line: If that my hand, like yours, dear george
Last Line: And of my love some perfume haunt its leaves!
Alternate Author Name(s): Taylor, James Bayard
Subject(s): Boker, George Henry (1823-1890); Christmas; Love; Nativity, The


IF that my hand, like yours, dear George, were skilled
To win from Wordsworth's scanty plot of ground
A shining harvest, such as you have found,
Where strength and grace, fraternally fulfilled,
As in those sheaves whose rustling glories gild
The hills of August, folded are, and bound;
So would I draw my loving tillage round
Its borders, bid the gentlest rains be spilled,
The goldenest suns its happy growth compel,
And bind for you the ripe, redundant grain:
But, ah! you stand amid your songful sheaves,
So rich, this weed-born flower you might disdain,
Save that of me its growth and color tell,
And of my love some perfume haunt its leaves!





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