Poetry By Lydia Huntley Sigourney
Poetry By Lydia Huntley Sigourney Morn on her rosy couch awoke, Enchantment led the hour,And mirth and music drank the dews That freshen’d Beauty’s flower,Then from her bower of deep delight, I heard a young girl sing,‘Oh, speak no ill of poetry, For ’tis a holy thing.’ The Sun in noon-day heat rose high, And on […]
