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SONNET IV.
[I had been sad, and drooped like one forlorn]
1796.
I had been sad, and drooped like one forlorn,
When, as it might befall, I threw mine eye
Athwart the sunny plain; a breeze past by
Pure and inspiriting, as newly born,
The viewless messenger of some far glen!
It breathed, methought, faint tones of distant peace!
Sighing, I turned me from the haunts of men,
And bodied forth some dell, where care might cease.
I gazed, (a lone tear stealing down my cheek),
And wished that I knew one whom I might throw
Mine arms around, and snatching her from woe,
Yield her my heart; and in some simple cell
Where I might win the solace of the meek,
Pray for the hard world, where I once did dwell!
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