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ON READING SIR JOHN HANMER'S SONNETS.
1842.
Dim, in the twilight, sitteth Poesy,Like some old marble, still and motionless!
Upon her eyelids sleep doth lightly press:
She hath a dream—and, lo! far up the sky,
Climbs a bright star, so still and secretly;
And, as it rises, it doth dispossess
Her brow of its o'ershadowing thoughtfulness,
With calm reflections of eternity!
And, lo! she opens up her eyes divine—
Long hath she watched and waited for that star,
Which to all men henceforth shall be a sign;
With heavenly power commissioned to unbar
The gates of song, until the full day shine,
Which it brings with it, brightening from afar!
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