Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. Lovely CompanionshipCharles Strong
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Its colors sadly gay, so soon should fade,
And she not seek, in thoughtful mood, the glade,
Nor from gray steep the mellow landscape view:
Others too grieved, that one so fond, so true,
Marked not with them each sudden gleam and shade,
The leaf’s light fall, the stillness deeper made
By rustling breeze, or bird forlorn and few.
O pure delight, when minds are well agreed,
To commune thus with
In Nature’s page devotedly to read,—
Lady, with thee! who in thy vernal hour,
Like some heaven-favored plant, art richly fraught
With Wisdom’s golden fruit and Beauty’s flower.