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Poem
July 13, 1843
Port Gibson Herald
Port Gibson, Claiborne County, Mississippi
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem by Mrs. Lydia Sigourney depicting the profound, unspoken love of a woman, likened to a hidden treasure, shadows over a spring, and voiceless perfume from flowers.
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From the Lady's Book for June.
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BY MRS. LYDIA SIGOURNEY,
Oh! deep within my inmost heart
Thy treasured image lies,
Enshrined with all that's holy there
That death or change defies—
And yet my woman's tongue could ne'er
Frame words to tell thee thou art dear,
No; woman's love is ever found
A silent, hidden thing;
Where hopes and fears alternate rise,
Like shadows o'er a spring,
That in some lone and silent wood
Lies gushing in the solitude.
No, like the voiceless perfume breathed
Where flowrets deck the ground,
That hidden in their verdant screen,
Else, scarcely might be found—
I would that o'er thy sense might steal,
The half, that woman's heart can feel.
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BY MRS. LYDIA SIGOURNEY,
Oh! deep within my inmost heart
Thy treasured image lies,
Enshrined with all that's holy there
That death or change defies—
And yet my woman's tongue could ne'er
Frame words to tell thee thou art dear,
No; woman's love is ever found
A silent, hidden thing;
Where hopes and fears alternate rise,
Like shadows o'er a spring,
That in some lone and silent wood
Lies gushing in the solitude.
No, like the voiceless perfume breathed
Where flowrets deck the ground,
That hidden in their verdant screen,
Else, scarcely might be found—
I would that o'er thy sense might steal,
The half, that woman's heart can feel.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Silent Love
Woman Heart
Lydia Sigourney
Hidden Affection
What entities or persons were involved?
By Mrs. Lydia Sigourney
Poem Details
Title
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Author
By Mrs. Lydia Sigourney
Form / Style
Rhymed Stanzas
Key Lines
Oh! Deep Within My Inmost Heart
Thy Treasured Image Lies,
No; Woman's Love Is Ever Found
A Silent, Hidden Thing;
I Would That O'er Thy Sense Might Steal,
The Half, That Woman's Heart Can Feel.