Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. Elegiac SonnetRobert Treat Paine (17731811)
Inscribed to the Memory of M. M. HAYS, Esq.
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How dark and tenantless its desert clay!
Cold is that heart, which throbbed at sorrow’s moan,
Untuned that tongue that charmed the social day.
Or Friendship’s accent, kindling as it fell?
Or Bounty’s stealing foot, whose step untraced
Had watched pale Want, and stored her famished cell?
Inspiring force to Truth and Feeling gave,
Whose rich resources equal power combined,
The gay to brighten, and instruct the grave!
For Pilgrim Virtue sojourns here to weep!