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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
II. Christmas Sonnets. 1. To G. H. B.
By Bayard Taylor (1825–1878)
IF that my hand, like yours, dear George, were skilled
To win from Wordsworth’s scanty plot of ground
A shining harvest, such as you have found,
Where strength and grace, fraternally fulfilled,
As in those sheaves whose rustling glories gild        5
The hills of August, folded are and bound:
So would I draw my loving tillage round
Its borders, let the gentlest rains be spilled,
The goldenest suns its happy growth compel,
And bind for you the ripe, redundant grain:        10
But ah! you stand amid your songful sheaves
So rich, this weed-born flower you might disdain,
Save that of me its growth and color tell,
And of my love some perfume haunt its leaves.

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