Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
The HoursEdgar Fawcett (18471904)
O
Go lightly along, gay sisters, hand in hand,
Some with gold flexuous hair and faces bland,
Some dusky as night and wearing stars like flowers.
“Ah, lovely!” I murmured,—but the secret powers
Of slumber, issuing an occult command,
Changed these fair wanderers to a mournful band
That moved with earthward brows through leafless bowers.
“The forms you first beheld, so blithe of mien,
Look thus to eyes that hope’s warm glory cheers;
While they that walk funereal and forlorn,
Though still the same, by differing eyes are seen
Through shadow of anguish and cold mist of tears.”