Whose glow was caught
From the warmth which Fancy’s summer brought
To the vintage-fields in the Land of Thought!
Rich and free
To my thirsting soul will the goblet be,
Poured by the Hebe, Poesy!
A VALENTINE.
———
BY R. H. BACON.
Whose glow was caught
From the warmth which Fancy’s summer brought
To the vintage-fields in the Land of Thought!
Rich and free
To my thirsting soul will the goblet be,
Poured by the Hebe, Poesy!
———
BY R. H. BACON.