John Hay

(8 October 1838 – 1 July 1905 / Salem, Indiana)

Sweetest And Dearest - Poem by John Hay

Vain are all names
To express what thou art,
Gem, rose, or morning-star,
Joy of my heart.
Still do the fond old words
Ring best and clearest
Thou art my love, my own,
Sweetest and dearest.

Every warm heart-beat chimes
These words to me;
Needless all others
Between me and thee.
In the deep silences
One voice thou hearest
'T is my heart calling thee
Sweetest and dearest.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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