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Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.

VI. “O God! what glorious seasons bless thy world!”

Paul Hamilton Hayne (1830–1886)

O GOD! what glorious seasons bless thy world!

See! the tranced Winds are nestling on the deep;

The guardian Heavens unclouded vigil keep

O’er the mute Earth; the beach-birds’ wings are furled

Ghost-like and gray, where the dim billows, curled

Lazily up the sea-strand, sink in sleep,

Save when the random fish with lightning-leap

Flashes above them; the far sky ’s impearled,

Inland, with lines of silvery smoke that gleam

Upward from quiet homesteads, thin, and slow:

The sunset girds me like a gorgeous dream,

Pregnant with splendors, by whose marvellous spell

Senses and soul are flushed to one deep glow;

A purple-vestured Mood more grand than words may tell.