“A DIALOGUE”
by Margaret Fuller

DAHLIA.

My cup already doth with light o'errun.
      Descend, fair sun;
I am all crimsoned for the bridal hour,
      Come to thy flower.

THE SUN

Ah, if I pause, my work will not be done,
     On I must run,
The mountains wait.—I love thee, lustrous flower,
    Byt give to love no hour.

A Note on the Text:

• 1st published in The Dial (July 1840) p. 134.

• Source: The Dial (July 1840) p. 134

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