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A SHEAF GLEANED
But I would give all,—a renown deeply founded,
A whole people's acclaim!
For a word from the heart that I loved and had sounded,
And proved ever the same.
I would dash down my lute, to clasp hands, perhaps nearer
Feel his breath on my curl,—
Oh, Genius is great,—but to me Love would be dearer,
If I were a young girl.
