Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Sub Pondere CrescitThomas Wentworth Higginson (18231911)
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O’er the green earth as in a regal home?
Whose voice rang out beneath the skyey dome
Like the high utterance of a youthful god?
Now with wan looks and gaze that seeks the sod,
Restless and purposeless as ocean-foam,
Across the twilight fields I see him roam
With shoulders bowed, as shrinking from the rod.
O lift the old-time light within thine eyes!
Set free the pristine passion from thy tongue!
Strength grows with burdens; make an end of sighs.
Let thy thoughts soar again their mates among,
And as yon oriole’s eager matins rise,
Abroad once more be thy strong anthem flung!