A POET writ a song of May
That checked his breath awhile;
He kept it for a summer day,
Then spake with half a smile:
-Oh, little song of purity,
Of mystic to-and-fro,
You are so much a part of me
I dare not let you go.â?
And so he made a sister-song
With more of cunning art;
But held the first his whole life long
Deep hidden in his heart.
The First Song
Richard Francis Burton
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Poem topics: breath, heart, life, sister, smile, summer, hidden, deep, long, purity, poet, Valentine's Day, song, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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