To Rosa
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Title
To Rosa
Description
Sweet minstrel, take thy harp again,
And breathe upon its chords of fire;
I claim one warm responsive strain
Of holy friendship from thy lyre.
No brighter them can poet ask,
That fountain of Platonic love:
Then sing, for thou art meet the task,
Thy draught of pure Castalian prove.
Hail! Friendship, source of joys refin'd
What sweet delights are sprung from thee!
Thine altar is imperial mind;
Then glows this consanguinity.
Pale sorrow finds in thee a friend,
To wipe her hot obtrusive tears,
Her fate were woe! didst thou not lend
Thy holy light her heart to cheer.
Breathe Lady, then again the song
Thy magic shell should seldom sleep;
And sephyrs fleet shall bear along
Its echoes toning sweet and deep.
And breathe upon its chords of fire;
I claim one warm responsive strain
Of holy friendship from thy lyre.
No brighter them can poet ask,
That fountain of Platonic love:
Then sing, for thou art meet the task,
Thy draught of pure Castalian prove.
Hail! Friendship, source of joys refin'd
What sweet delights are sprung from thee!
Thine altar is imperial mind;
Then glows this consanguinity.
Pale sorrow finds in thee a friend,
To wipe her hot obtrusive tears,
Her fate were woe! didst thou not lend
Thy holy light her heart to cheer.
Breathe Lady, then again the song
Thy magic shell should seldom sleep;
And sephyrs fleet shall bear along
Its echoes toning sweet and deep.
Creator
Frere
Source
1:52, p. 208
Date
1828.03.21
Collection
Citation
Frere, “To Rosa,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 16, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/124.
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