Sixty-Five Sonnets With Prefatory Remarks on the Accordance of the Sonnet with the Powers of the English Language: Also, A Few Miscellaneous Poems [by Thomas Doubleday] |
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VII.
Sit thou with us beneath these summer bowers,Nor say we waste the day we give to wine—
How ill such saws become that tongue of thine,
To bathe our souls in sunny cups be ours.
That we should taste all ecstasies, the powers
Who gave the means had surely the design;
The wildest sprigs our arbours well entwine,
And variegate our couch the sweetest flowers.
Look, where a tinted rose-leaf, midst our joy,
Hath thrown itself into my brimming glass,
To give the rich, red juice a brighter zest:—
The minutes, thus, thou tell'st us we destroy
In wild unthinkingness, are spent the best,
Shedding a charm on all the rest we pass.
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