Poems (Piatt)/Volume 2/Sweet World if you will hear me now

by Sarah Piatt

Sweet World, if you will hear me now:
 I may not own a sounding Lyre
And wear my name upon my brow
 Like some great jewel quick with fire.

But let me, singing, sit apart,
 In tender quiet with a few,
And keep my fame upon my heart,
 A little blush-rose wet with dew.