Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
CraigcrookJames Dodds (18131874)
(To John Hunter)
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As crowns this life of thine, my much-loved friend!
See! the bright roses o’er the violets bend;
The oaks with hazels sing in windy glee;
The lawn looks coy up to yon gazing hill;
On the same bough are dove and blackbird seen;
And, as we talk under this alley green,
The robin makes a third, with answering trill.
Within, thy home is meet for such a spot:
Thy youthful dreams—how rare!—have grown to truth;
Still rarer, life keeps fine as dream of youth;
Rarest and best, this harmony is given,—
Thy Real drinks music from Ideal Thought,
And Earth but avenues the gate to Heaven!