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SONNET.
WRITTEN UNDER A PICTURE.
Lone Cot! most placidly in thy green nest
Thou cowerest, like the white bird of the wood,
Birds and high trees are all thy neighbourhood—
And silence is the joy thou lovest best.
I 've seen thee, in the mantling evening drest,
Wear thy wan beauty so—that, oh! I would
Never abandon that delightful mood
In which I found thee in thy radiant vest.
Thou cowerest, like the white bird of the wood,
Birds and high trees are all thy neighbourhood—
And silence is the joy thou lovest best.
I 've seen thee, in the mantling evening drest,
Wear thy wan beauty so—that, oh! I would
Never abandon that delightful mood
In which I found thee in thy radiant vest.
Thou wert to me a dream of days to come,
The fairy spirit of a vision'd spot,
Where Hope and Love might build themselves a home,
And bid long farewell to a worldly lot.
The dream was idle as the ocean foam—
Yet still it was my dream, thou lonely Cot!
The fairy spirit of a vision'd spot,
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And bid long farewell to a worldly lot.
The dream was idle as the ocean foam—
Yet still it was my dream, thou lonely Cot!
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