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"LOVE HATH A LANGUAGE"
From "To My Son"
Love hath a language for all years -
Fond hieroglyphs, obscure and old
-
Wherein the heart reads, writ in tears,
The tale which never yet was
told.
Love hath his meter too, to trace
Those bounds which never yet were given,
-
To measure that which mocks at space,
Is deep as death, and high as
heaven.
Love hath his treasure hoards, to pay
True faith, or goodly service done,
-
Dear priceless nothings, which outweigh
All riches that the sun shines
on.
Helen Selina Sheridan [1807-1867]
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
