The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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[Born of the sky, the woods, the open air]
Born of the sky, the woods, the open airEncompassing Egeria's sacred grot,
Your scenes are laid in Nature's secret lair
Where priests in florid stoles assemble not.
In sonnet you have traversed fairy lands
Beyond the utmost range of him who paints
The tempting face, the ever-praying hands,
The melting landscape, birth-place of the saints.
The sonnet in your hands might hasten back
The dead musicians who absorbed the words
That follow only in the poet's track,
To tangle them in their ecstatic chords.
Yours is the poet's world; then seize the time
And show what riches still lie hid in rhyme.
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