 | The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield |  |
SONNET.
Why thus, with mournful thought and tears and sighs.Hail'st thou, my spirit! the sweet autumn hours?
Why fall the anthem strains of shadowy bowers
Unfelt, that had communion with the skies?
Why fade the glories of the sunset now,
Why drop the rainbow leaves upon my track
Unmarked? Pale phantom thought looks back
Through tears, on what hath been, and from my brow
The glorious dayspring of my life hath fled!
Trial and grief, bereavement and the throes
Of an o'erburdened, injured spirit's woes,
Companionless, have left me with the dead;
Father, son, sister, life, hope, light have gone—
Why o'er Earth's desert should I struggle on?
| The poems and prose writings of Sumner Lincoln Fairfield | |