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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XXVIII.
Far off the rook, tired by the mid-day beam,Caws lazily this summer afternoon;
The butterflies, with wand'ring up and down
O'er flower-bright marsh and meadow, wearied seem;
With vacant gaze, lost in a waking dream,
We, listless, on the busy insects pore,
In rapid dance uncertain, darting o'er
The smooth-spread surface of the tepid stream;
The air is slothful, and will scarce convey
Soft sounds of idle waters to the ear;
In brightly-dim obscurity appear
The distant hills which skirt the landscape gay;
While restless fancy owns th' unnerving sway
In visions often changed, but nothing clear.
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