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Sonnets

by Edward Moxon

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SONNET III.

[There is in Rydal's vale a river sweet]

There is in Rydal's vale a river sweet,
Clear, too, as Cydnus, called the Wild Brathay,
That warbling urges on his crystal way,
Till he his shining bride, the Rothay, meet,
Winding along her amorous mate to greet.
United, thence through flowery meads they stray;
Nor storm, nor heat, nor time their loves can sever,
Till hushed in Windermere they sleep for ever.
Thus have I imaged oft, in union blest,
Gliding from Youth to Age; the soul-knit pair,
Emulous alone each other's worth to share,—
Sinking at last in that eternal rest,
Where the pure spirit dwells in kindred love,—
The haven Contemplation sees above!