{"id":867,"date":"2011-02-26T06:17:09","date_gmt":"2011-02-26T06:17:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=867"},"modified":"2014-06-24T07:44:20","modified_gmt":"2014-06-24T07:44:20","slug":"lucy-by-oliver-wendell-holmes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/lucy-by-oliver-wendell-holmes\/","title":{"rendered":"“LUCY” by Oliver Wendell Holmes"},"content":{"rendered":"

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“LUCY”<\/h1>\n

by Oliver Wendell Holmes<\/p>\n

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“Lucy.” The old familiar name
\nIs now, as always, pleasant,
\nIts liquid melody the same
\nAlike in past or present;
\nLet others call you what they will,
\nI know you’ll let me use it;
\nTo me your name is Lucy still,
\nI cannot bear to lose it.<\/p>\n

What visions of the past return
\nWith Lucy’s image blended!
\nWhat memories from the silent urn
\nOf gentle lives long ended!
\nWhat dreams of childhood’s fleeting morn,
\nWhat starry aspirations,
\nThat filled the misty days unborn
\nWith fancy’s coruscations!<\/p>\n

Ah, Lucy, life has swiftly sped
\nFrom April to November;
\nThe summer blossoms all are shed
\nThat you and I remember;
\nBut while the vanished years we share
\nWith mingling recollections,
\nHow all their shadowy features wear
\nThe hue of old affections!<\/p>\n

Love called you. He who stole your heart
\nOf sunshine half bereft us;
\nOur household’s garland fell apart
\nThe morning that you left us;
\nThe tears of tender girlhood streamed
\nThrough sorrow’s opening sluices;
\nLess sweet our garden’s roses seemed,
\nLess blue its flower-de-luces.<\/p>\n

That old regret is turned to smiles,
\nThat parting sigh to greeting;
\nI send my heart-throb fifty miles
\nThrough every line ‘t is beating;
\nGod grant you many and happy years,
\nTill when the last has crowned you
\nThe dawn of endless day appears,
\nAnd heaven is shining round you!<\/p>\n

October 11, 1875.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“LUCY” by Oliver Wendell Holmes   “Lucy.” The old familiar name Is now, as always, pleasant, Its liquid melody the same Alike in past or present; Let others call you what they will, I know you’ll let me use it; To me your name is Lucy still, I cannot bear to lose it. What visions…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-867","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t