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By Lydia Huntley Sigourney

Morn on her rosy couch awoke,
   Enchantment led the hour,
And mirth and music drank the dews
   That freshen’d Beauty’s flower,
Then from her bower of deep delight,
   I heard a young girl sing,
‘Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
   For ’tis a holy thing.’


The Sun in noon-day heat rose high,
   And on the heaving breast,
I saw a weary pilgrim toil
   Unpitied and unblest,
Yet still in trembling measures flow’d
   Forth from a broken string,
‘Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
   For ’tis a holy thing.’


’Twas night, and Death the curtains drew,
   ’Mid agony severe,
While there a willing spirit went
   Home to a glorious sphere,
Yet still it sigh’d, even when was spread
   The waiting Angel’s wing,
‘Oh, speak no ill of poetry,
   For ’tis a holy thing.’


Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century (University of Iowa Press, 1997)

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Lydia Huntley Sigourney
Born in Norwich, Connecticut, poet Lydia Huntley Sigourney—known as the “Sweet Singer of Hartford”—was the only daughter of a gardener. She attended private school with the assistance of her father’s employer, and founded a Hartford school for girls in 1814. At this school, without any specialized training, Sigourney taught a deaf student, Alice Cogswell, to read and write in English. Cogswell would later be the first student enrolled in the country’s first school for deaf children. In 1819 she married Charles Sigourney, a wealthy widower with three children. They settled in Hartford and had five children, three of whom died in infancy. Her husband encouraged her to devote her time to writing, but requested that she publish her work anonymously. She did so until 1833, when the family encountered financial hardship. Using her own name, Sigourney quickly found success and published over dozens of volumes of poetry and essays. Her poetry frequently engages Native American and anti-slavery concerns within a religious context, and often takes the form of elegy.   See More By This Poet

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