To a Friend.

From: Summer on the Lakes in 1843 (1844)
Author: S. Margaret Fuller
Published: Charles C. Little and James Brown 1844 Boston

TO A FRIEND.
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SOME dried grass-tufts from the wide flowery plain,
A muscle shell from the lone fairy shore,
Some antlers from tall woods which never more
To the wild deer a safe retreat can yield,
An eagle’s feather which adorned a Brave,
Well-nigh the last of his despairing band,
For such slight gifts wilt thou extend thy hand
When weary hours a brief refreshment crave?
I give you what I can, not what I would,
If my small drinking-cup would hold a flood,
As Scandinavia sung those must contain
With which the giants’ gods may entertain;
In our dwarf day we drain few drops, and soon must thirst again.

Fuller, S. Margaret. “To a Friend.” Summer on the Lakes in 1843, p. 2.


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