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TO SOPHIA. Written previous to a Journey to a place very
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SONNET XXX. TO SOPHIA. Written previous to a Journey to a place very distant from that of our residence.
27th Nov. 1806.
Shall we again the sacred stilness hail
Of this belov'd abode? Shall we again,
Withdrawn from all the hum and stir of men,
Read in each other's looks the cordial tale
Of days of mild esteem?—the interchange
Of kindly offices?—the sacrifice,
Silent and free, of wayward phantasies,
That fain would mar a love they could not change?
Had it not been for thee, thou generous soul,
Whom wrongs of mine could never turn aside,
Nor petulance, nor wretchedness, divide;
Who, when the black cloud heaviest seem'd to roll,
Dist spread thy faithful arms thy friend to save—
His happiest fate had been the silent grave!
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