Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. Moonlight upon the hills!Mrs. Elizabeth F. Swift
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Like witchery o’er us: as we gaze around,
A tender light illumines hill and dell,
Falling in golden checkers on the ground.
Now perfume steals from out the forest shades;
All fragrant things and fair their incense bring;
And hark! amid the dim wood’s tangled glades,
I hear the gushing waters laugh and sing.
Among the clustering leaves of yonder oak
A ring-dove’s nest is hid,—list her soft moan:
Love never to Night’s ear in language spoke,
Calling with deeper fondness on its own.
World! if to thee, sin-stained, such lavish charms are given,
How can a human thought conceive the spirit joys of heaven!