Letter to Sophia Hawthorne | Nathaniel Hawthorne (1839)

Sophia Hawthorne

5 December, 1839 

Dearest, - I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, 
for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart 
since I have been in love with you. 
You are a Poem. 
Of what sort, then? Epic? 
Mercy on me, no! A sonnet? 
No; for that is too labored and artificial.
You are a sort of sweet, simple, gay, pathetic ballad, 
which Nature is singing, sometimes with tears, 
sometimes with smiles, and sometimes with intermingled 
smiles and tears.

 Nathaniel Hawthorne To Sophia Hawthorne

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Cole Porter / You're The Top / 1934 / Anything Goes

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