A Petition Poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich

A Petition

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To spring belongs the violet, and the blown
Spice of the roses let the summer own.
Grant me this favor, Muse--all else withhold--
That I may not write verse when I am old.

And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time!
Be not too ready to deny me rhyme;
And when the hour strikes, as it must, dear Muse,
I beg you very gently break the news.

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Thomas Bailey Aldrich

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Portsmouth, New Hampshire
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