PALINODE

by: Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836-1906)

      HO is Lydia, pray, and who
      Is Hypatia? Softly, dear,
      Let me breathe it in your ear--
      They are you, and only you.
      And those other nameless two
      Walking in Arcadian air--
      She that was so very fair?
      She that had the twilight hair?--
      They were you, dear, only you.
      If I speak of night or day,
      Grace of fern or bloom of grape,
      Hanging cloud or fountain spray,
      Gem or star or glistening dew,
      Or of mythologic shape,
      Psyche, Pyrrha, Daphne, say--
      I mean you, dear, you, just you.

"Palinode" is reprinted from THE SISTERS' TRAGEDY WITH OTHER POEMS,LYRICAL AND DRAMATIC. Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1891.

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