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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XXXV.
This silent, awful cave, how dimly grand!Surely the mighty Ocean here has led
Some nymph beloved, and, all to please her, spread
These gorgeous carpets of the golden sand;
Bright, watery mirrors; sea-plants green and red,
In hues beyond the rose's flower or leaf,
Has gemm'd these walls, these deep recesses plann'd;
To hide his secret joys; perhaps her grief:
These are not brine-drops trickling, but her tears,
Nor could the wind so deep a sigh afford;
But lo, how jealous of his bride adored
Vex'd Ocean, pale with foamy ire, appears;
Vain his alarms; she shall not change her lord
For one still fickler to increase her fears.
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