 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
SONNET
ALL THE LONG DAY
All the long day, the restless storm had keptA ceaseless moan of wind and fall of rain;
But now, the wearied winds and waters slept
And Beauty bask'd upon the earth again.
In joy I issued forth beneath a sky
Bright with the setting sun's reflected light
And clouds exhibiting a gorgeous sight
Of tower and temple to the astonish'd eye,
Chang'd, as I look'd, to hills and mountains capt
With golden hues—awhile I gaz'd enwrapt;—
But oh! felt then beyond expression blest,
When vanish'd mount and hill and shadowy dome
And every cloud, that glitter'd in the west,
Took airy shapes that mock'd my thought of home.
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