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Hunt and Lee, comps.  The Book of the Sonnet.  1867.
III. Poesy
By Mrs. Elizabeth Oakes Smith (1806–1893)
WITH no fond, sickly thirst for fame I kneel,
O goddess of the high-born art, to thee;
Not unto thee with semblance of a zeal
I come, O pure and heaven-eyed Poesy!
Thou art to me a spirit and a love,        5
Felt ever from the time when first the earth
In its green beauty, and the sky above,
Informed my soul with joy too deep for mirth.
I was a child of thine before my tongue
Could lisp its infant utterance unto thee;        10
And now, albeit from my harp are flung
Discordant numbers, and the song may be
  That which I would not, yet I know that thou
  The offering wilt not spurn, while thus to thee I bow.

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