Thursday, May 29, 2014


Dear Valeria,

Artist, I love my lyre, and though each strain
That wakes beneath my touch may sleep again
Without evoking a responsive thrill
From other hearts, I love to sound it still.
But, were I called my treasure to resign
And choose a rarer gift, it would be thine,
The inspiration of thy magic Art;
The power to soothe and thrill the yearning heart.*


Kate Harrington

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