Frances Anne Kemble

(27 November 1809 - 15 January 1893 / London, England)

Impromptu (I) - Poem by Frances Anne Kemble

You say you're glad I write—oh, say not so!
My fount of song, dear friend, 's a bitter well;
And when the numbers freely from it flow,
'Tis that my heart and eyes o'erflow as well.
Castalia, famed of yore,—the spring divine,
Apollo's smile upon its current wears:
Moore and Anacreon found its waves were wine,
To me it flows a sullen stream of tears.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 6, 2010

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