Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
SolitudeEdith Matilda Thomas (18541925)
“Every man’s imagination hath its friends.”
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(Amid the mountains or still inland plains),
If he desire to visit marts and fanes
In storied cities, pilgrim goals of man,
Will oft behold their visionary plan
Sketched in the summer clouds’ slow-moving trains;
Or, longing for the sea, will hear its strains,
When stormy woods break out with praise to Pan.
So, he who lives unfriended and remote,
Hath liberal Fancy serving his desire:
On every wind kind salutations float,
To him addressed; and oft his heart takes fire
At rumor of some masterful emprise,
Wrought on the earth, and anthemed through the skies!