Poems (Greenwood)/To the wife of a poet
TO THE WIFE OF A POET.
O faithful friend! O gentle wife! I know I may not add to-day One drop unto thy "wine of life," Of love, or happiness, or pride; I know 't is only mine to lay One rose-leaf on the mantling tide.
O, what without thy sunny face, Lit with the day-spring from above, Were thine abode of song and grace,—Art's fairy realm, joy's resting-place,—Where now a sacred trio meet, Power, innocence, contentment sweet, Genius and infancy and love!