Love
To —— ——
From Poems (1853)
Love
Like the river’s current rapid;
Like the lightning’s flash intense;
Was the rushing, fiery torrent
Of thy fervid eloquence.
And the multitude that listened
To each breathing, burning word,
Like the ocean by the tempest,
To its quiet depths was stirred.
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MLA
Botta, Anne Lynch. “To —— ——.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/botta/82/.
Chicago
Botta, Anne Lynch. “To —— ——.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/botta/82/.
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