Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
I. To James Dodds and John HunterJohn Stuart Blackie (18091895)
(Arcades Ambo)
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Dodona’s groves with oracles from Jove
Gave not a sweeter voice. Were I a bird,
I ’d sing with you of joy and peace and love,
And nests on earth more blest than halls in heaven;
But me a sterner power inspires: like car
With fiery breath and brazen snortings driven
O’er groaning rails and white smoke wreathing far,
My joy is action, and my music blasts
Of high-spurred energy that scorns delay:
Rock in your pleasure-boats! ’T is well. With masts
Sore-straining ’neath the gale I dash the spray:
Your souls in C
Mine drives from earth the harnessed Devil to hell!