Bryant

Like the ancient Grecian marbles,
Is his soul with beauty fraught,
And as polished and enduring
Is the sculpture of his thought.

In the Pantheon of our country,
The Valhalla of her fame,
On the record of her poets,
First of all is traced his name.

poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
Vote! | Copy!