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SONNET.—1818.
[Dark rolling clouds, in wild confusion driven]
Dark rolling clouds, in wild confusion driven,Obscure the full-orbed moon. In all the heaven
One only star—the appointed evening light—
Beams mildly forth; like friendly Pharos bright,
That, kindled on some towering summit, streams
Wide o'er the ocean-paths. Its far-off beams
First seen by him who on the silent deck
Paces his lonely watch—a glimmering speck,
Doubtful in distance. But his homeward eye
Is keen the faithful beacon to descry,
And mine, like his, impatient to explore—
With friends and kindred thronged—the distant shore,
Is fixed on that lone star, whose lovely ray
Points to a happier home the heavenward way.
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