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Tuesday, 23 November 2021

Souvenir by Frances Auretta Fuller Victor

You ask me, “Do you think of me?”
⁠Dear, thoughts of thee are like this river,
Which pours itself into the sea,
⁠Yet empties its own channel never.

All other thoughts are like these sail
⁠Drifting the river’s surface over;
They veer about with every gale—
⁠The river keeps its course forever.

So deep and still, so strong and true,
⁠The current of my soul sets thee-ward,
Thy river I, my ocean you,
⁠And all myself am running seaward.

From: Victor, Frances Fuller, Poems, 1900, Authors Edition, p. 10.

Date: 1877

By: Frances Auretta Fuller Victor (1826-1902)