 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |  |
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A NIGHT THOUGHT.
O snowy star! which I all night have eyed,As some poor girl her lover's moon-lit sail,
Bound for the outer sea at early tide—
The rosy billows and the morning gale—
I grieve to lose thee! for the night will fail
And thou be gone at dawning; but, to-night,
Thou fill'st my cup of tears with silver light,
And lustres of regret serene and pale:
Thou dost express and symbolize the whole
Of those deep thoughts that pierce me and refine;
But see! the daytime comes with all it's dole!
Ah! woody hills and autumn-tints divine!
Ah! mournful eyes! Ah! sad poetic soul!
Ah! beauteous thoughts and fatal woes of mine!
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