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Love and Poetry
- Margaret, Duchess of Newcastle (1624-1675)
O LOVE, how thou art tired out with rhyme!
Thou art a tree whereon all poets clime;
And from they branches every one takes some
Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon.
But now thy tree is left so bare and poor,
That they can scarcely gather one plumb more.
The above poem can be found for example in:
Mulford, Wendy, ed. Love Poems by Women.
New York: Fawcett Columbine, 1990.
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