Frances Sargent Osgood - Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one ch

Call me names, dearest! Call me thy bird That flies to thy breast at one cherishing word, That folds its wild wings there, ne'er dreaming of flight, That tenderly sings there in loving delight! Oh! my sad heart keeps pining for one fond word,-- Call me pet names, dearest! Call me thy bird!

- Frances Sargent Osgood

source: Frances Sargent OSGOOD, Felix Octavius Carr DARLEY (1850). “Poems ... Illustrated by ... Darley, etc”, p.365

topic: Dream, Heart, Names, Pining, Pet Names, Sad Heart