James D. Corrothers, "To -------- (A Sonnet)" (1901)
Beyond the dells, and past the pleasant streams.
Beyond the lakes that murmur in their dreams
The liquid fancies of their silver rest-―-
In such sweet thoughts as haunt a poet's breast--
(For lakes are poets, Love) there dwells my theme's
Sweet idol, you, Beloved , O Love, it seems
That of all women you are first and best!
I love you deeply, and my soul would prove
Its passion. Dearest, on this page for you.
What shall I say ?—O Love, believe me true!
Ask lake and hilltop if they know my song :
Ask stream and dell, and airs that bear along
My soul's blown odors , if they know my love.
Published in Colored American Magazine, November 1901