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Thomas R. Lounsbury, ed. (1838–1915). Yale Book of American Verse. 1912.

Edward Coate Pinkney 1802–1828

Edward Coate Pinkney

34 A Health

I FILL this cup to one made up of loveliness alone,

A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon;

To whom the better elements and kindly stars have given

A form so fair, that, like the air, ’t is less of earth than heaven.

Her every tone is music’s own, like those of morning birds,

And something more than melody dwells ever in her words;

The coinage of her heart are they, and from her lips each flows

As one may see the burthened bee forth issue from the rose.

Affections are as thoughts to her, the measures of her hours;

Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness, of young flowers;

And lovely passions, changing oft, so fill her, she appears

The image of themselves by turns,—the idol of past years!

Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain,

And of her voice in echoing hearts a sound must long remain;

But memory such as mine of her so very much endears,

When death is nigh my latest sigh will not be life’s but hers.

I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone,

A woman, of her gentle sex the seeming paragon—

Her health! and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame,

That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name.