The New Day: Sonnets By Thomas Gordon Hake: With a Portrait of the Author by Dante Gabriel Rossetti: Edited, with a Preface, by W. Earl Hodgson |
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[O that our homely words could all express]
O that our homely words could all expressOur thoughts as they our inward sight surprise,
Attired like beauty in her sunset dress
Or in the robe of morn at early rise!
This art the obdurate syllable disowns;
The forms by us beheld, no others see:
These lend no tongue; we lose the subtle tones,
Although our verses seek their like to be.
O that some echo could those forms restore
As seen by us in visions luminous!
Then would the world neglect our art no more,
Though what is vivid still seems faint to us.
Things beautiful we can but know by sight:
Ill serve the sweetest words in place of light!
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