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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LIX.
Oh, could we on this night-wind, dearest maid,Seek some lone islet, with its silver rim
Of beating waves, so not a bark might swim
Thither our bless'd oblivion to invade;
Tranquilly curtain'd in th' unknown shade,
No hated chance our hallow'd loves to dim,
While nature spreads us, in her choicest trim,
Skies never cold, and bowers that never fade:
There would our souls together dwell entwined,
Bright as the flowers, and gentle as the air,
Forgetting in our little world so fair,
The rude and adverse one we left behind;
Yet, should the thought of some steal o'er our mind,
'Twere but to wish them well, not wish them there.
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