Peter Swaab (ed.), Sara Coleridge: Collected Poems

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Editor’s Note'"I am wreathing a garland for wintry hours",'

  •           'I am wreathing a garland for wintry hours',
  •                Thus whispered a Youth to his mistress the Dove,
  •           'The verses you pen are the sweetest of flowers,
  •                Their fragrance delights me – it breathes so of Love!'
  •           'Yourself is the Sun whose warm radiance divine
  •                Gave life to those flowers', cried the fond little Dove;
  •           'Their incense will rise while that Sun deigns to shine,
  •                They never can wither while cheered by your Love!'

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Editor’s Note
Page 50. '"I am wreathing a garland for wintry hours",' (RB, 1828).
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