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SONNET XV. TO THE SAME.
6th June, 1800.
Now fade the obtrusive colours of the day,
Like liquid gold the smooth clear lake lies still,
One streak of purple clouds above the hill
Rests in the silence of the parting ray:
O'er woods, streams, heights, heaven's magic glories play;
And, save the bleatings of the distant flocks,
That murmur faintly from yon wood-fringed rocks,
The linnets, or the throstle's evening lay.
The soothing dash of oars that linger near
Yon headland summit (where the sun-tipt sail
Peeps 'mid the woodland's shadow) to the ear
No sound is brought!—Dear maid, can aught prevail
To shake thy soul when scenes like these appear,
Or bid the tides of genial nature fail?
Nugae Canorae | ||