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2010.01.0003 |
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1899 |
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A sonnet written by Robert Burns Wilson for Mary Mason Scott (1867-1934) for her 32nd birthday. The handwritten sonnet is decorated by Wilson's ink drawings along the left hand side of the page that embellish the start of each stanza. [Transcription] What can I bring thee, what might please thy heart? The chilly flower are few. Perplexed - unwarmed, - The silent earth - by her late woes alarmed - Withholds her gifts till friendlier skies impart The blessing of the sun: The buds that start Seem doubtful, fearing still, lest they be harmed, And since Earth's bloom hath failed- which might have charmed, What can I bring save this poor flower of Art - No winter's blight can keep from thee this flower! Not from the sun, but from thy smiling eyes. The fashion of its life: - they are the skies Whose light gives all it hath of beauty's dower. For thy hearts garden, this thought - flower is blown; Which, when thy hand shall gather, thou shalt but take thine own. Robert Burns Wilson To Mistress Mary Mason Scott This Sonnet is Addressed April, Fifth 1899 |
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Robert Burns Wilson Mary Mason Scott |
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