 | Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems by the late Thomas Russell |  |
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SONNET XIII. Suppos'd to be written at Lemnos.
On this lone Isle, whose rugged rocks affright
The cautious pilot, ten revolving years
Great Pæan's Son, unwonted erst to tears,
Wept o'er his wound: alike each rolling light
Of heaven he watch'd, and blam'd it's lingering flight,
By day the sea-mew screaming round his cave
Drove slumber from his eyes, the chiding wave,
And savage howlings chas'd his dreams by night.
Hope still was his: in each low breeze, that sigh'd
Thro' his rude grot, he heard a coming oar,
In each white cloud a coming sail he spied;
Nor seldom listen'd to the fancied rear
Of Oeta's torrents, or the hoarser tide
That parts fam'd Trachis from th' Euboic shore.
The cautious pilot, ten revolving years
Great Pæan's Son, unwonted erst to tears,
Wept o'er his wound: alike each rolling light
Of heaven he watch'd, and blam'd it's lingering flight,
By day the sea-mew screaming round his cave
Drove slumber from his eyes, the chiding wave,
And savage howlings chas'd his dreams by night.
Hope still was his: in each low breeze, that sigh'd
Thro' his rude grot, he heard a coming oar,
In each white cloud a coming sail he spied;
Nor seldom listen'd to the fancied rear
Of Oeta's torrents, or the hoarser tide
That parts fam'd Trachis from th' Euboic shore.
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