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Song. - From The Spanish Of Iglesias. (Translations.)

By William Cullen Bryant

Topics: classic

Alexis calls me cruel;     The rifted crags that hold     The gathered ice of winter,     He says, are not more cold.     When even the very blossoms     Around the fountain's brim,     And forest walks, can witness     The love I bear to him.     I would that I could utter     My feelings without shame;     And tell him how I love him,     Nor wrong my virgin fame.     Alas! to seize the moment     When heart inclines to heart,     And press a suit with passion,     Is not a woman's part.     If man comes not to gather     The roses where they stand,     They fade among their foliage;     They cannot seek his hand.

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About William Cullen Bryant

William Cullen Bryant (1794–1878) was an American poet and journalist. His poem "Thanatopsis" (1817) was the first major American poem. He edited the New York Evening Post for 50 years and was a champion of American poetry.

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