 | Poems by John Howard Bryant |  |
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SONNET.
Like music o'er the wide unruffled sea,Or echo from the forest-covered hill,
At midnight, when the wandering winds are still,
Thoughts of my happier days return to me,—
Thoughts of the time when first I met thy smile,
The glance of thy dark eye so clear and bright.
Ah! it did seem a beam of heaven's pure light,
Sent down to banish Earth's dull cares awhile.
Those days are past. No more thou meetest me
At the calm hour when daylight hues depart,
For thou art far away: yet memory
Hath stamped thy image deeply on my heart:
Hope holds the promise that we meet again;
I cannot deem so sweet a promise vain.
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