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SONNET.
UNSEEN associate! whose mild voice I seem,
In all my tender reveries, to hear,
Heard ever with delight! and ever dear!
That voice alone, in sorrow's waking dream,
Could soothe my anguish, in its fierce extreme,
Since, in thy loss, I lose the friend sincere
Whose social smile, and sympathetic tear
Form'd of my darken'd hours the vital beam.
In all my tender reveries, to hear,
Heard ever with delight! and ever dear!
That voice alone, in sorrow's waking dream,
Could soothe my anguish, in its fierce extreme,
Since, in thy loss, I lose the friend sincere
Whose social smile, and sympathetic tear
Form'd of my darken'd hours the vital beam.
Tho' now my life has lost the light of day,
However grief may desolate my mind,
Still on thy virtues let my spirit rest,
Tho' hope's gay towers are sunk in drear decay!
Still I perceive thee, in my heart enshrin'd,
Its guardian idol, and its favourite guest.
However grief may desolate my mind,
Still on thy virtues let my spirit rest,
Tho' hope's gay towers are sunk in drear decay!
Still I perceive thee, in my heart enshrin'd,
Its guardian idol, and its favourite guest.
Manfredi.
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