Henry Timrod - Sonnet: "If I Have Graced No Single Song of Mine" lyrics

If I have graced no single song of mine With thy sweet name, they all are full of thee; Thou art my Muse, my "May", my "Madeline": But "Julia"! -- ah! that gentle name to me Is something far too sacred for the throng Of worldly listeners 'round me. Yet ev'n now I weave a chaplet for thy sinless brow; -- Wilt thou not wear it? 'T is a fashionable song, -- I will not say of what, -- but on it I Have wreaked heart, mind, my love, my hopes of fame, Yet after all it hath no nobler aim Than thy dear praise. Ere many moons pa** by, When the lost gem is set, the crown complete, I'll lay a poet's tribute at thy feet.