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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XVII.
Once more that air—such sounds to peace engageThe cares that threaten our most blissful leisure;
Brightly the faded traces of past pleasure
At the soft glow revive on memory's page.
Wine of the soul! each sorrow to assuage,
Let it flow, harmless, in no stinted measure:
It is th' immortal drink,—the much-sought treasure,
Can give again his days to hopeless age,
And make the time-chill'd soul a youthful lover.
Oh! while those strains my willing ears bewitch,
What forms, half-shown, on glittering wings, pass over!
Pour forth the measured stream deep, fragrant, rich;
It is a grateful off'ring around which
The shades of joys departed love to hover.
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