Richard Francis Burton

(1821 - 1890 / England)

The First Song - Poem by Richard Francis Burton

A POET writ a song of May
That checked his breath awhile;
He kept it for a summer day,
Then spake with half a smile:

“Oh, little song of purity,
Of mystic to-and-fro,
You are so much a part of me
I dare not let you go.”

And so he made a sister-song
With more of cunning art;
But held the first his whole life long
Deep hidden in his heart.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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