“A SKETCH”
by Margaret Fuller

She is a thing, all grace, all loveliness,
A fragrant flower nursed in an arid waste,
A many-toned and ever-winning melody,
A fine-wrought vase. filled with enchanted wine,
A living, speaking book of Poesy,
The shape revealed to Wordsworth in a dream
From our lost star the only gladdening beam

A Note on the Text:

• 1st published in The Dial (July 1840) p. 136.

• Source: The Dial (July 1840) p. 136.

• Report errors to the Curator of Collections

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