I may not own a sounding Lyre
And wear my name upon my brow
Like some great jewel quick with fire.
But let me, singing, sit apart,
In tender quiet with a few,
And keep my fame upon my heart,
A little blush-rose wet with dew.
- Envoy by Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt
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