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letra de elizabeth barrett browning - to my father on his birthday - ghizela rowe

amidst the days of pleasant mirth
that throw their halo round our earth;
amidst the tender thoughts that rise
to call bright tears to happy eyes;
amidst the silken words that move
to syllable the names we love;
there glides no day of gentle bliss
more soothing to the heart than this!
no thoughts of fondness e’er appear
more fond, than those i write of here!
no name can e’er on tablet shine
my father! more beloved than thine!
’tis sweet, adown the shady past
a lingering look of love to cast—
back th’ enchanted world to call
that beamed around us first of all;
and walk with memory fondly o’er
the paths where hope had been before—
sweet to receive the sylphic sound
that breathes in tenderness around
repeating to the listening ear
the names that made our childhood dear—
for parted joy, like echo, kind
will leave her dulcet voice behind
to tell, amidst the magic air
how oft she smiled and lingered there

- ghizela rowe

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