Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. To WordsworthThomas Buchanan Read (18221872)
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And Error vanished like the affrighted dark;
While many a soul, as the aspiring lark,
Waked by thy dawn soared singing to the light,
Drowning in gladdest song the earth’s despite!
And Beauty blossomed in all lowly nooks:
Love, like a river made of nameless brooks,
Grew and exulted in thy wakening sight:
All nature hailed thee as a risen sun;
Nor will thy setting blur her thankful eyes!
While earth remains thy day shall not be done,
Nor cloud dispread to blot thy matchless skies;—
When Death’s command, like Joshua’s, shall arise,
Thou ’lt stand as stood the Sun of Gibeon.