Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||
17
Sonnet.
Again, again, ye part in stormy griefFrom these bare hills, and bowers so built in vain,
And lips and hearts that will not move again,—
Pathetic Autumn, and the writhled leaf;
Dropping away in tears with warning brief:
The wind reiterates a wailful strain.
And on the skylight beats the restless rain,
And vapour drowns the mountain, base and brow.
I watch the wet black roofs through mist defined,
I watch the raindrops strung along the blind,
And my heart bleeds, and all my senses bow
In grief; as one mild face, with suffering lined,
[illeg.] thought: oh wildly, rain and wind,
Mourn on! she sleeps, nor heeds your angry sorrow now.
Poems by Frederick Goddard Tuckerman | ||