Sonnet: I Thank You

In RANDOMS
July 16, 2021
1 min read

BY HENRY TIMROD

I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,


With the same thanks one murmurs to a sister,


When, for some gentle favor, he hath kissed her,


Less for the gifts than for the love you send,


Less for the flowers, than what the flowers convey;


If I, indeed, divine their meaning truly,


And not unto myself ascribe, unduly,


Things which you neither meant nor wished to say,


Oh! tell me, is the hope then all misplaced?
And am I flattered by my own affection?


But in your beauteous gift, methought I traced
Something above a short-lived predilection,


And which, for that I know no dearer name,


I designate as love, without love’s flame.

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Source: Poetry foundation

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