Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

(1844-1911 / Andover, Massachusetts)

Won - Poem by Elizabeth Stuart Phelps Ward

Oh, when I would have loved you, Dear,
The sun of winter hung more near;
Yet not so sweet, so sweet, so sweet,
The wild-rose reddening at my feet.

Your lips had learned a golden word,
You sang a song that all men heard,
Oh, love is fleet, the strain is long.
Who stays the singer from her song?

Across my path the red leaves whirled.
Dared I to kneel with all the world?
How came I, then, to clasp you, Sweet,
And find a woman at my feet?

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 7, 2010

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